#and I KNOW the creators didn’t plan for adam or anything

[rulesofdisorder]

rewatching voltron with the knowledge that shiro is gay and has an ex-fiancé is actually very funny because that means when he got back to earth after being held captive and forced to fight gladiator style in space prison his first and main concern was to get the FUCK back to space without alerting anyone else that he was on earth at all. and yanno what that is so valid i too would be so embarrassed and never want to see my ex again after he specifically told me not to go to space and i didn’t listen and that resulted in the break up of our almost marriage and on the space mission he told me not to go on i got alien kidnapped and thrown into the middle of an intergalactic war.

[gaysindistress]

Связи (n.) connections - three

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

pairings: mob!bucky x reader

Summary: “Did you think you could hide from us? That’s adorable, little one. There’s no where on this planet where you could hide from the Shostakov Bratva and even if you did manage to evade us, the Barnes Bratva would find you. Your связи, your connections, will always come back to haunt you, Y/N.”

Warnings: cursing, I know I know it’s pretty mild but it’s getting there

Word count: 2.6k

part two | series masterlist

taglist: @scott-loki-barnes @unaxv @identity2212

A/n: I already know this weekend is going to crazy for me and many others so I’m posting part three early as an early Christmas present. Enjoy!!

I don’t know who I should shoot first; Bucky or Carol?

Both are looking like good options at the moment.

“So let me get this straight, the FBI needed help getting shit on my family and the Barnes Bratva just decided out of the kindness of their heart to help? Oh and somewhere there needed to be a marriage between the Barnes and Shostakov families?”

Carol is quick to correct me, “wait no. We found a way around the marriage so that won’t be necessary anymore.”

Sam makes a surprised noise and Bucky shoots him a death glare. This interaction doesn’t go unnoticed by Carol and she questions them.

“There was a change of plans,” is all Bucky offers.

“What the fuck could’ve changed that much?” Carol sneers as she steps in front of where I’m sitting at her kitchen table. Bucky rolls his eyes at the display of dominance and possessiveness over me.

“Alexei was the one who suggested a marriage and he was adamant that it was the only way to solidify the merge. With Nat gone and Antonia lurking around, he wasn’t going to let it go so I decided to not fight him on it.”

“That’s not what we agreed to.”

“We agreed that I get you whatever information you ask for by whatever means I see fit and you don’t get to ask questions about it. You wanted an insider and that’s what I gave you,” he says in a low voice that’s edged with brewing anger.

“That didn’t mean marrying my girlfriend.”

Bucky looks at me from over Carol’s shoulder and holds my eye contact as he says, “she’s my wife and Sovietnik now so whatever protection our agreement offered is extended to her too.”

Carol scoffs, “she was always going to be safe. You had no right to do…”

“Your word means nothing, Danvers. You have no way of protecting her and you know it. Like I said, she’s my Sovietnik now. No one can touch her even if her father tries to pull her down with him.”

My eyes widen at his words and I’m quick to avert my gaze when Carol turns to me. We both know that he’s right, she wouldn’t have been able to do anything if Alexei implicated me when he’s arrested. I would’ve been as good as dead but now that I’m (maybe?) married to Bucky and apparently his newly appointed Sovietnik, I’m untouchable.

Sam clears his throat, “Welcome to the family, Y/N. Looks like we’ll be working closely.”

I smile at Sam, “I’m assuming you’re his bookie then?”

“Obshchak, I’m his Obshchak,” Sam says in an annoyed tone.

Carol is still fighting with Bucky but she stops to start arguing with me.

“No you will not be working with him. You’re not going anywhere.”

Bucky stays quiet and waits for me to say something. His sharp eyes cut into me and make my body stand on high alert as he stares expectantly at me.

“Carol, honey, I don’t think I have a choice,” I begin as my gaze darts between her and him. “Alexei will get suspicious if I’m not with Bucky and if you expect me to be able to get anything useful out of him, then I have to play his game. This is the way it has to be.”

The hurt is clear in her eyes and it pains me to have caused it but I’m backed into a corner. There’s more going on, more at stake than I originally thought and I’m starting to realize that if I want to make it out alive, I have to keep my head down.

“It won’t be forever. After Alexei is behind bars, I’ll get a divorce and we can wash our hands of this entire mess. It’s not like we have to break up.”

“No, you have to,” Bucky breaks our bubble of honest devotion and we both snap our eyes to him. “If anyone were to see you together, the entire operation would be blown. Even getting a divorce is out of the question for the time being.”

“And why is that?” Carol snaps at him as her hand finds mine and takes it into a crushing hold.

I whimper at the pain she’s causing me and Bucky tenses before nodding to Sam. He steps towards us and Carol’s grip intensifies. Standing, I try to hold it together and gently ask her to let go but she doesn’t hear me.

“Carol let go please. You’re hurting me,” I try a little louder and only when I say it again while pulling away does it register with her. She looks at me confused as I step away and rub the hand she’d been holding. Sam gingerly pulls me into him and leads me to Bucky’s side.

“From this moment onwards, you will treat Y/N like she’s my wife. You will not touch her, speak to her, or even fucking think about her. Any communication will come from Wanda and go directly to me as it should anyways. Until this operation is over, you will forget who she is to you and pretend that she doesn’t fucking exist. Do you understand me?”

Carol opens her mouth and I step forward to interject as well but Sam holds me back with a shake of his head.

“Nat’s blood is on your hands and I will not let you spill Y/N’s too.”

I freeze.

What did he just say?

“She left our custody. What happened afterwards is not our fault.”

“You both have 4 seconds to tell me if either of you had something to do with Nat’s death,” I mutter, completely still in Sam’s light hold.

Carol has the audacity to look upset and Bucky keeps his usual cool.

“The Feds had her in their custody after the first threat was made. They were supposed to keep her off grid until either Antonia or Alexei were arrested or one of them was killed. Carol was the one assigned to her when she went missing and later turned up dead,” Bucky tells me and my mouth falls open in shock.

“How long?” I ask Carol.

“I…”

“How long have you been lying to me?”

“Babe…”

“She’s known the entire time,” Bucky answers when Carol drowns in her own lies and deceit. “I’m guessing it’s the reason why…”

“No,” she interrupts him and looks at me. “Babe, I promise everything about us is real. None of it was a lie or a trick.”

Her bullshit isn’t worth listening to. Even if she had truly liked me and asked me out because that’s what she wanted, it all started as a plot to get closer to Alexei. I started as a plot to get to Alexei. To make matters worse, she was the one responsible for my sister’s death and forced me to take Nat’s place.

Sam leads me out of the apartment and back to the car as Bucky and Carol no doubt continue to argue. Once in the car, I finally find my words but they feel useless in my mouth. I want to know why I was brought here. What was the point of bringing me here only to lay out betrayal after betrayal? What was the purpose of telling me any of this if I’m expected to keep up appearances and play my part?

The only word that does come out is why and Sam almost breaks his neck to look at me, apparently shookes that I’ve spoken.

“He wants you to know the truth.”

“The truth? All he’s done is break any trust I’ve built with anyone and made it so I don’t know what truth even looks like anymore.”

Sam sighs, “but at least you’ll know that he will always be honest with you. Even if you don’t trust him or me, you’ll know that we’ll tell you the truth.”

“How did she die?”

He takes in a sharp breath and hesitates. I know he doesn’t want to tell me but he did just vow to always be honest with me.

“Gunshot wound. She would’ve died instantly.”

“She felt nothing,” we both whisper to ourselves.

Bucky climbs into the passenger seat and briefly glances at me in the back before giving Sam the go ahead. He doesn’t say anything to me but reaches his hand back and gently clasps my leg. It’s something he used to do to Nat when she was nervous. She would always bounce her leg when she was nervous and he was always right there to ground her. The action hurt because I knew it was subconscious. He didn’t do it because it was me, he was doing it because he was thinking of Nat.

They’d been dating when I was kidnapped but our lives didn’t leave room for romance or love. I can only imagine that it was a matter of time before the demand of their families became too much, forcing them apart. I stare at the hand clasped around my calf and I want to ask about her but I can’t do it. I can’t think about her or how I’m now married to the man that was definitely the love of her life. I can’t think about how he is definitely thinking about her as he tries to comfort me. Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe it’s better that I let him love a ghost and I pretend to not notice it. Or maybe it’s not. I don’t know what to think anymore.

Instead I look out the window and watch the city pass by as I think back to when we first met. I think I was maybe 9 when we met and I was scared to death to meet the famed Barnes family. My own family was infamous, sure but there was a dark air to the Barnes boys. Bucky and his older brother, Joseph, were always moving in the shadows of rooms and slipping in and out without notice. Yelena and Natasha told me enough stories about them that I was convinced they were the bougie man’s henchmen.

Joseph scared me the most. He was taller and leaner than Bucky but a thick beard covered his jaw and it hid any emotion or expression on his face. Bucky was no more than 19 and he had been the one to approach me first. He made a joke at Nat’s expense and earned himself a playful shove but that small introduction told me enough that I knew I could trust him. If he could make Nat smile and make her trust him, I could do the same. Joseph rarely came around after that, too busy being groomed to be the next Barnes Pakhan so that left Bucky to entertain us girls.

Nat and him grew the closest being that they were only a few years apart but I always had a crush on him. I never did anything about it because well he’s ten years older than me. I made a promise to myself that when I got older, I would tell him but that never happened. I disappeared from their lives and besides, he loved Nat and I wouldn’t want to or be able to compete with her. Though, now it seems that fate wants to be cruel and gave me what I wanted but took something of equal value in return. I could have Bucky but my sister would be payment.

The thought is too sobering and I subtly move my leg out of his grip. He gives it a squeeze before retracting his hand.

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“Sam?”

He hums in response as he sits next to me scrolling his phone. Bucky had left us in the waiting room of what I imagine is his attorney’s office and ordered that we stay put.

“Why did you kidnap me?”

He blinks up at me and gives me a deadpan look, “maybe not say that in a law office.”

“Maybe don’t do it then. Oh wait you already did and I want to know why.”

“You’ll have to ask Buck,” he says as he returns to scrolling tiktok aimlessly.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Why?”

“Are you six or something? Enough with the why bullshit.”

I smirk, “why?”

He lets out a dramatic sigh as he digs into his pocket and pulls out his airpods. He makes a point to make as much movement as he can so that I see him put both in.

Standing up, I walk over to his couch and plop myself down next to him. He looks at me from the corner of his eye and turns away from me. I scoot closer until our thighs are touching and he takes out one airpod as he stares at me.

“What?”

“Why?”

“Oh my fucking god.”

Just then Bucky walks out and gives us a confused look before saying goodbye to his attorney, Mr. Murdock. The man is wearing sunglasses and it takes me a second to realize that he’s blind and not a douchebag.

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks Sam who is acting like an annoyed older brother.

“She’s about to get punched.”

“Are you threatening to punch my wife, Wilson?”

Both of our eyes widen and Bucky makes it worse when he starts laughing. He shakes his head as he starts to walk away and gestures for us to follow behind. Sam whispers to me that he is not afraid of Bucky and he will fight me if I keep being annoying. I giggle which causes Bucky to glance back over his shoulder at us and we straighten up.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” I whisper to Sam and he rolls his eyes at me.

“What did you ask?” Bucky pipes up from in font of us. Before Sam can warn me to keep my mouth shut, I blurt out the very same question that started out bickering.

“Why did you kidnap me?”

“I’ll make you a deal. For every question you ask me, I get to ask one of my own.”

I weigh my options carefully. At this point there can’t be any secrets between us and if there were, I’m sure he would find them out in seconds. If he’s anything like my father, he would have ways of knowing them before I even did and the shit he pulled at Carol’s is evidence that he doesn’t give a single fuck about exposing them.

“Okay, you have a deal. Now tell me why you, Sam, and Joseph tried to kidnap us that night.”

Bucky’s jaw feathers at the mention of his brother and Sam tenses ever so slightly as well.

“She didn’t trust your father to be able to protect you after Dreykov so she found a way to do it herself.”

I stay quiet, waiting for him to finish but he doesn’t.

“You better not be done talking,” I say and he just looks at me through the rear view mirror.

I curse under my breath and cross my arms as I slouch against the seat. Of course he was vague. Why wouldn’t he be? It’s not like I specified that his answers had to be full and clear.

Sam seems to sense my frustration and lets more spill before Bucky stops him with a glare, “she set it all up; the fake kidnapping, the trust, living with Eve. She had it all figured out so that all three of you could disappear together.”

“What changed?”

“No,” Bucky mumbles. “One question at a time.”

I roll my eyes, “fine. Ask yours.”

“In due time.”

Sam snickers to himself and I sigh dramatically.

I’ve made my decision. Carol is getting blocked and I’m definitely shooting Bucky and Sam the next chance I get.

[gurugirl]

Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 19*

Summary: You make a pact (but convincing Adam takes a little more effort) and a ceremony is held in your honor. Harry has an admirer and you make sure to show her who he really belongs to more than once and Harry loves seeing you jealous. Harry is finally getting what he's wanted all along.

A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry, so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing. Also! I describe a dress that y/n wears in a ceremony scene. It's based on the fit and style of this - but in my version, it's got black lace all over and is sheer at the top (if you're curious about the vision I had). 10.1k words

Warning: SPOILERS AHEAD SMUT (including anal), exhibitionism (a naughty public display), jealousy, use of a knife, a ritual that includes cutting skin, mentions of blood, incantations, a witch makes an appearance, "satanic" things, mentions of religion and god, mentions of drug and alcohol use

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You didn’t start to feel normal again until the following day. Everything was a bit cloudy and strange for you. You had just started getting used to your new awareness and abilities and now you were suddenly feeling the loss of them. Being in a different realm for the first time was like that, you were told.

You and Harry stayed in Pandemonium to wait for more information about the details of Satan’s proposal. And then you’d go back to Earth’s realm when the time was right. Now that your real parents were being dealt with you had a lot less to worry about so you could move about more freely. Except that now you and Harry had just accepted the offer Satan had proposed. But before you could get to the nitty-gritty of that, you needed Adam to agree as well. That was part of the deal. If Adam didn’t agree the deal was off and Harry would need to find a mortal to knock up.

You and Harry sat across from Aim and Adam. Adam was still in a bit of a haze (as it was his first time in the lower realm) but he seemed to understand what was being asked of him. Sort of.

“What? You want me to join you and work for Satan. To pledge my allegiance to him? But why? I just don’t see how we can be of any use to him,” his face was set in confusion.

Aim spoke up, “It’s a bigger deal than you think, Adam. First of all, a hybrid with angelic abilities on Satan’s side? It’ll piss The Almighty off if he finds out. He’s the creator here and he thinks everyone will automatically want to claim allegiance to him. Satan likes throwing wrenches into his plan when he can and this is just a way to do that. It’s unlikely that Satan is going to have you really do any work for him,” Aim turned to look at you and then Harry, “well, he might, but mostly he just wants to piss God off with this. It's more about appearances than anything.”

Adam sat for a moment to ponder the idea. It was all still new to him. Everything was new to him, but just like you, the understanding of the truth about what he really was came quickly once his eyes were opened to it.

“But what if one day God asks me to be on his side? Will this cause some kind of struggle or will I be cast out or punished?” It was a good question. One you asked yesterday.

Harry nodded, “It won’t be like a war or anything but it could cause some issues between you and God later on. And any of God’s followers or loyal workers. But the truth is that he may never find out. At least not right away. It’s not so bad being on Satan’s side. Really. Look at me!” He put his arms out with a grin.

Adam frowned, “I don’t know. It sounds very risky. And God is the good guy, right? Like, we’re supposed to follow him? I don’t know. I was never a Christian or anything when I thought I was mortal so I may be getting it all wrong but now I’m forced to believe in all this and it sounds like I’m stepping into a trap.”

Harry and Aim both sighed and looked at one another before Aim took the floor, “God isn’t better or worse than Satan or Lucifer. Well, he might actually be worse. He’s not a nice being if that’s what you’re wondering. It’s not like good versus evil in the sense that humans talk about. It’s more like, powerful creator versus powerful outcasts.”

Adam nodded pensively, “And we’re the outcasts?”

Aim continued, “Sort of. God created the angels who defied him and even despite the fact that he made them to do certain things and act certain ways, their natural tendencies were used against them and they were cast out from heaven to figure out life on their own. The earthly realm was long a place for lost souls and angels until Satan and Lucifer joined with Eve, who we know as your mother, Lilith,” Aim kept his eyes on Adam, “and Hell was claimed as theirs and taken from God. So they ruled in Hell and from there procreated and made more angels, or demons, it’s all the same. The Bible doesn’t paint an accurate picture of reality because it was written by humans who don’t have the knowledge to speak on such things.”

Adam asked a few more questions and then stood from his chair and walked around the room in thought. You could hear Harry’s mind churning. And Adam’s. Adam was aware of why he was being asked to join the “dark side”. He knew you and Harry didn’t want to involve a human female in his duty to continue the lineage of incubus.

“Okay. I’m in. I’ll pledge my loyalty to Satan,” Adam finally relented as he shrugged his shoulders, and Harry jumped up from his seat with a grin and pointed at the handsome hybrid, “Fucking good man! This is good. You won’t regret it!”

And Harry was in such a good mood because now he could do what he’d set out to do when he originally sniffed you out. He couldn’t wait to have you pregnant with his heir. It wasn’t something he cared much about before you. He’d gotten plenty of women pregnant over the many years he’d roamed the earth, but with you it was different. You were even more powerful than he was and the bond between you two meant that this time the heir would be more powerful than ever. He didn’t know what it could bring but he envisioned that with you in the picture his status might be elevated and perhaps he’d have some notoriety gained. But mostly it was just because it was you.

Aim met with Satan separately to let him know about Adam’s decision. You, Harry, and Adam went to one of the most popular gastropubs in Pandemonium (what? Of course Hell is going to have a gastropub). You noticed how happy and upbeat Harry was. You knew why, but it was still funny to see him in such a good mood after everything. It was amazing what could happen in only a day.

“You two are going to love this place. They have amazing fish and chips. And drinks!” Harry held the door open for you and Adam as you passed through into The Abyss. The three of you sat at a table near a stage where live music was playing. It really didn’t feel like you were in Hell. This was quite posh, and it felt… normal even.

A beautiful woman approached your table and took your order for drinks. She knew Harry which shouldn’t have been much of a surprise, but when she openly flirted with him and ran her finger over his bicep right in front of you there was a heat that flitted out from your pores. You watched the woman with her pretty smile bend down and whisper into his ear, which you could actually hear thanks to your incredible senses, “Want to come over tonight? I’ve missed you, H. Seems like I haven’t seen you in so long…”

Harry quickly knocked his head toward you as he shook his head at the woman, “Oh, uh, no. Actually, this is my girlfriend, here. That’s why you haven’t seen me, been busy…” he smiled at the woman and then turned to look at you sheepishly. You weren’t returning the smile. Had Harry slept with all the kingdom of Hell? Did everyone know what he was like in the sack? He was a slut by nature but come on.

The woman stood up and appeared casual and calm, “Oh. I see. Lovely. Well,” she turned to look at Adam, “are you free tonight?” Her question was mostly in jest and as a way to save face.

Adam raised his brows and shook his head, “I’m gay, dear. Sorry.”

When she left the table with your order you kept your eyes on Harry, and you could hear him loud and clear. He looked at you with apologetic eyes and spoke quietly, “I didn’t know that she was going to serve us. But you know there’s no competition, right? Come on, little lemon love,” Harry tried to calm you by using the silly name he’d given you and you knew he was right. There wasn’t anything to worry about. But you did sense how he was pleased by being hit on right away. He liked her attention on him. Harry’s need for attention and to be favored was probably not something he’d ever get over. He was the definition of an attention whore. He loved being loved and admired.

It turned out, the drink you ordered was absolutely divine. You and Adam had never tasted such good food or drinks before. It was like everything was so perfect to your pallet that you were both moaning and gushing over how good everything tasted.

When the pretty waitress came by after you were stuffed with food and drink, she sat a dessert down on the table with a wide grin, “Your favorite, H. It was nice to see you again.”

You didn’t like the woman. You assumed once she realized he was taken she’d give up but the last little thing with the dessert for Harry had you nearly boiling. You had finally cooled off a bit when you tasted the food and she seemed to back off, but now? And you could read her mind. She wanted to try one last thing to get his attention back on her but before she could make another move you had your own idea.

You dipped your finger into the middle of the dessert as you looked at the woman, and then shoved a scoop of it into your mouth (it was heavenly), “Mmmm…” you moaned and Harry watched as you got up from your seat and grabbed the dessert, sitting in Harry’s lap. You scooped up a little more and put your finger into his mouth, “Tastes so good, doesn’t it Harry?”

Harry knew what you were doing, and he couldn’t say he didn’t like how jealous you’d gotten. He nodded and moaned around your finger. You plucked your finger out of his mouth, sat the dessert plate back onto the table, and then leaned in to kiss him. You put your fingers into his hair and his hands immediately found your bottom and you smiled at that.

To your surprise, the woman stood and watched as you kissed Harry (for only a handful of seconds) in his lap. When you broke from the kiss you spoke, loudly enough for her to hear, “Let’s go back to our room. Want to show you what tastes even better than this.”

Of course, you were just putting on a show and you hadn’t actually intended on getting Harry back to Satan’s palace where you were staying in one of the dozens of rooms. But Harry wasn’t going to pass up your offer, even if it was fake.

He scooted you off his lap and waved at Adam, “Uh… we’re going now,” he spoke and pulled you out of the pub a lot faster than you anticipated. Leaving the dessert behind on the table with Adam.

You and Harry were able to move through the distance to the palace very quickly. He held onto you and navigated you through the space and into the palace and to your room. You were still getting used to the way you could practically glide through space and get places much faster. It was certainly a very useful ability.

It was also of note that the atmosphere in Hell was similar to that of Earth but quite different at the same time. You wouldn’t say it was hotter. Dryer for sure. The sky was gray at all times, like a bright gray with a backlight but no direct source of illumination could be seen. There didn’t seem to be a setting or rising sun, but night never came either. There were stars and moons and planets visible in the sky. No clouds. You weren’t sure if it did get cloudy, or if there were seasons, or storms, or anything that you’d experienced on Earth. You just knew that by looking at the sky you were in a different place. Oxygen seemed abundant like on Earth, but the light and the lack of humidity were quite different.

When you arrived at your room you could smell his need. You two didn’t have sex the night before because you were feeling strange and the loss of your senses threw you for a loop. But now, Harry was ready and he knew you were back to feeling your abilities again.

“Harry, you know I was just trying to get her to stop hitting on you…” your words were cut off when Harry cupped your face in his hands and smashed his lips over yours. You slowly brought your hands up around his back and allowed him to take over your senses. Harry was like walking sex. Even last night, when you weren’t feeling so well, you did consider having sex with him anyway, but Harry insisted that you sleep so you could feel back to yourself. Back to normal. And if you ever needed proof that Harry loved you, well that was it. An incubus saying no to sex? Unheard of. But now you were feeling good and normal again. Which meant that you were feeling that bubbling desire for him.

And he was so ready to have at you again. He wanted to wait until there was word from Satan that the deal was accepted and then he’d get you pregnant. He would make it special and last all night. This was something more immediate. A need to show you his appreciation. To show you there wasn’t anyone else on his mind. As much as he enjoyed the way people fawned over him, he only had eyes for you.

“Are you gonna give me your babies, Harry?” You moaned as you pulled your shirt off over your head and Harry removed his shirt as he watched you expose yourself to him.

He shook his head when he grasped the back of your neck and pulled you close to him, “Not tonight. Want it to be so special. So perfect. Gonna take my time with you when I release my seed into you and make you a mom. Right now, I just need to feel you. Need you so bad…” he slowly lowered his mouth to yours.

Your lips slotted into his when he lifted you up and carried you to the large bed that was in the middle of the room.

Satan’s palace was ridiculous. The style was gothic and dark and sultry. It was kind of exactly like you’d imagine Satan’s palace to look like. All the clichéd dark onyx and red velvets, shiny black walnut wood details, dark marble and stone, granite banisters with intricate detailed carvings and figures of dark winged creatures and tortured souls in paintings on walls, carved in stone, designed into the floor… The room you were in had wide plank dark wood floors, almost black, with a thick blood red wool rug that covered most of the space. The bed was massive with soft dark red blankets, black pillow accents, a dark stone carved headboard that had gold carvings and designs all over, and what looked like horns at either side. The fireplace was directly across from the room with dark marble and gold veining that went all the way to the ceiling. The chandelier over the bed was black and gold. Thick dark red velvet curtains with black and gold designs covered the windows. It was beautiful, actually.

Harry had your pants off and dragged his own down his legs, revealing that lovely cock you had become obsessed with.

“Need to taste…” he spoke in a dark whisper as he lowered his mouth to your center. His eyes were black and his fingers pinched into your skin as he held you down and his tongue got to work on you.

Harry had you spread out on the bed as he brought you to your first orgasm with his mouth. But you missed having something inside of you. That was your favorite, getting filled to the brim with him.

“Oh?” Harry looked down at you from his spot over you when he heard your thoughts, “You’re desperate for my prick, then? Need to be stuffed with me, Y/n?” Harry’s dark smile was playful and you laughed as you pushed him.

“I need to be stuffed and fucked, Harry. All my holes need you…” you sat up and pushed him down, flat to his back as you crawled over him.

You took him down your throat and when you heard him whimpering you smiled over his cock and hummed with your dark eyes on his. You loved making him a bumbling mess.

“Fuck… I love you so much. Oh shit…” Harry gasped as he watched you suck and stroke him.

You knew he loved you. You knew he was yours. You pulled off his tip and continued using your hands over him, “No one can do it like this, Harry. Only me…” you spoke as you kissed his tip and went back down over him, making sure to keep your eyes on his.

He parted his pink lips and hissed when you reached down to grasp his balls. You sucked him slowly and rolled his sack in your hand and then lowered down until your nose was stuffed into the thatch of hair at his base. Harry gurgled a moan with a smile and put his hands into your hair, holding you in place so he could feel the back of your throat.

You always imagined that giving head was going to be a lot of hard work. You’d heard about it; you’d seen the videos of women gagging and coughing and choking. But you had no problem at all taking Harry’s large incubus cock down your throat. It’s like you were made for it. But then again, you were half demon, half angel, so your abilities extended beyond what a human could offer.

Harry began shaking and whining and panting, just like you wanted. You sort of wish that cute waitress could see how you did it. Could see the way you made Harry come so fast and so hard. If she could only see how much he loved your mouth then maybe she’d realize she had no chance.

Harry looked down at you and pulled your hair to lift you a bit, “Fuck… you want me to get her in here to watch?” He was dead serious. He’d heard your thoughts and he liked where your mind was going.

You squinted at him and shook your head, “You’d like that. Wouldn’t you? Like it when people watch you and get turned on by you? You’re my little whore, Harry,” you leaned down and nipped at his thigh and looked up at him then bit down harder. Harry closed his eyes and threw his head back. You removed your hands from his cock and his scrotum and began licking all around his groin and the inner part of his thighs. Harry’s cock was twitching and throbbing. Pre-come was beading from his slit and dripping down over his pretty frenulum.

You pushed his legs back and brushed your lips on his bottom near his balls and then did it on the other side before biting down and he began babbling your name and expletives in between.

When you lifted your face from between his legs you slowly, gently, softly grazed your finger up from his perineum, over his scrotum, up the underside of his long shaft, and to his tip and he came with a loud moan. You smiled as you watched come shoot from his slit at the tip and coat his shaft and his torso up to his butterfly tattoo. He was gasping and rutting his hips up into nothing as you just sat back and watched, “See? My little whore. I can make you come by just touching you with one finger. Is that what you wanted her to see? How good I do it and how little effort I need to put in to make you a mess with come all over yourself.”

Harry caught his breath and looked down at you with a grin, “Sure. I think it would be hot actually. She’d probably love to see me all messy and coming from just a touch. Then she’d know you’re the only one for me.”

You laughed. He had no shame whatsoever.

Harry sat up and grabbed you by the front of your throat and licked into your mouth. You were pulled up to your knees as Harry moved you to straddle him, “Now we’ve got two more holes to take care of. Pussy first,” he whispered as he centered his tip to your entrance.

When he pulled you down over him it was a snapping pinch that made you gasp with wide eyes and Harry grinned, “Hold on to me my love.”

You grasped onto Harry’s shoulders and he began to fuck into you hard. His balls slapped into your bottom and your hole was being ravaged by his large dick. You had no words at the moment as your body and soul parted. Harry gave you no mercy as he pounded away into you. His strength was astounding. There was no way any mortal could fuck you from the bottom like this. Your sight became hazy and your ears began to buzz and ring. The pain from the way he was impaling you spurred you on and you were sure you were shouting and yelping and making a ruckus but your senses were focused on the way your orgasm was melting down over you, from the top of your head and over your shoulders, down your spine and bursting out over Harry.

You heard him laugh when you wet him and the bed below. He pulled out and watched your pussy spray little gushes over his thighs as you shivered and reached down to rub your clit because you needed the friction. Harry pushed you down and put his mouth over your cunt and drank you up. Your orgasm liquified your brain and your body was only responding to how Harry played it. He was a master at making you come and squirt and quiver.

But then before you were totally aware, he pulled you back into his lap and plunged into your bottom, your sphincter hole stretching around his big cock and you were a goner. You both were. Harry loved fucking your ass and anal was a new favorite thing (well, technically everything was new to you). It made you feel even closer to him somehow. Your souls had already merged but anal was like the binding around it all. Which absolutely sounds insane to you when you’re not getting fucked in the ass, but every time he entered you from behind the way it felt was indescribable.

“Let’s get Miguel in here and the girl so they can both watch… see how we make each other come,” Harry's cock was disappearing into your hole and you were grunting at each thrust as you nodded.

“Yeah. Show them both how it’s done. No one does it like you, Harry…” you felt your insides quivering when you looked into Harry’s eyes.

You both watched one another as you fucked. Sweat formed under your thighs that were pressed over the top of Harry’s. You leaned in and bit his lip and then backed away only to have him smack your bottom hard and you gasped with a smile.

“That’s right, baby… Miguel wouldn’t know what to do with his virgin ass watching you get fucked by a demon in the ass.”

You were both so close, you were moaning together and sliding him in and out, your wet pussy was throbbing around nothing as your other hole was getting stuffed when you heard a knock at the door and turned to watch it swing open at that moment.

It was Adam and Aim. They both casually walked in and closed the door behind them and you looked at Harry with your mouth still dropped open and heavy breaths falling from your mouth.

“Kind of in the middle of something here, guys…” Harry groaned but kept himself buried inside of you, his knees bent slightly.

Adam crossed his arms over his chest and laughed, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Aim scrunched his brows together and looked at Adam and then toward you and Harry, “We have important news. Could you cover yourselves, please?” Aim turned away. But Adam kept his eyes on you and Harry.

Harry held you to his body and pulled the blanket over your lower half to hide from Aim at his request. Not that Harry cared much if anyone saw. And you were sort of okay with it yourself. After having Adam watch you and Harry and knowing people could hear you, well, it was a turn-on. Who were you even?

Aim walked toward the fireplace and pulled at his collar in discomfort, “Satan has agreed to have you on his side now that Adam is in. He’ll expect you to report to him when he needs. Harry, your duties don’t change and he said he wants to hear back next week with your progress update, which I think we can see is going well…” Aim cleared his throat and looked at Adam, “Adam, I have some associates I’d like you to meet, and when you two are done here,” Aim gestured at you and Harry but did not turn to look, “Y/n, please come find me so we can get some paperwork done and go over ground rules, which I’ve already completed with Adam.”

You shifted and Harry squeezed your bottom under the covers, “Yeah… Okay. Uh… I’ll find you,” you responded, still breathless.

“Okay. Good. I’ll see you later,” Aim hurried toward the door and Adam followed behind, not as in a rush as Aim was. Before Adam closed the door he looked back in and winked at you and Harry.

Harry laughed and jerked his hips upward, the tip of cock reaching deeper yet and you moaned, “Fuck me, Harry.” And so he did.

You and Harry lay on the bed for a bit in recovery from the activity. You felt him get up and watched as he moved off the bed and opened the door to the massive walk-in closet before coming back onto the bed with you. He held up a joint and lighter and put his back against the pillows and lighted it up, inhaling a big breath of the smoke into his lungs.

You sat up and watched him, “Can I try?”

Harry nodded and handed you the rolled-up, lit joint. You repeated what you saw Harry do, placing the end between your lips and you inhaled. You quickly pulled the joint out and coughed and hacked, bending forward as you held the joint up, the stinky smell permeating around you. Harry took it from your fingers and you continued coughing a bit.

“You okay, sweet girl?” Harry chuckled as he rubbed your back.

You looked at him and nodded, “Need water.”

And that was your first experience trying weed. The water cooled your throat and a few minutes later you felt the tiny buzz and relaxation weed was supposed to give.

You and Harry lay naked on the bed and you tried a few more puffs until you got used to the way it felt in your throat, not inhaling so aggressively the next few times.

You laughed, “I’m such a sinful creature now. Thanks to you.”

Harry nudged you and smiled, “Nah. No such thing. You’re just a being doing exactly what you are meant to do. Everything you do is part of your path. God made the cannabis plant. Humans deemed it sinful. Humans say a lot of shit is sinful when it’s not really.”

You had come to this realization slowly. It was still hard to wrap your mind around all that you’d learned, but you were starting to embrace it all.

When you got dressed you and Harry found Aim and you signed your contract after he explained your new role. And there was an additional document as well. One that would bind you and your child (to-be) to Satan and his work. It hadn’t been part of the original verbal agreement so you hesitated to sign it.

“This wasn’t part of the request. Why am I signing this now?” You pointed at the document and looked toward Harry and then Aim.

Aim sighed, “I know, but this was sort of just understood as part of the agreement. Since you’ll be giving birth to Harry’s heir, this is protocol. All of his heirs are promised to Satan. It’s part of the deal Harry was born into. So, if you don’t agree then the whole thing is off.”

So you signed it. What else were you going to do? It made sense that this was already part of the plan, grandfathered in so-to-speak, based on Harry’s status. But you were caught off guard a little. Though, you couldn’t see the harm.

The contracts were placed in a book and locked away and then there were just a couple more things Aim needed before you were free to go.

Along with signing your life over to Satan, you had agreed to give him a sample of your blood, and a lock of your hair, and you’d receive his mark. The mark of the beast. The mark is actually just a small chip that was to be implanted in your wrist for the purpose of buying things and making any kind of financial transaction. And it was also a symbol of your loyalty to the Dark Lord. But it wasn’t like it was some evil thing that you were always warned about. Even God did this with his loyal followers only it’s called the Seal of God and it does the exact same thing the Mark of the Beast does. It gives the ability for angels and spirits to make financial transactions in Heaven and is a symbol of their devotion to The Almighty.

An old woman, a witch you learned, came into the room and drew your blood and cut a chunk of your hair out. She sealed the vial of blood and your hair into a small wooden box with carvings and your name engraved on a gold plate at the top. She never spoke a word to you or Harry.

She pointed to your wrist with a knife she held in her hand and a small metal object in her other. You flipped your wrist upward and she held onto your forearm, speaking some kind of incantation over the knife, which she had pressed the flat part of the blade over her heart. She snapped her fingers and pointed the tip of the knife to the flesh on the underside of your wrist before pushing the blade into your skin. It was only a small slice but you hadn’t expected it.

You winced as she removed the blade and held the knife up toward your face and she stuck out her tongue. You stuck your tongue out, following what you assumed was her direction and she placed the blade over your tongue and you tasted your blood. She whispered words you were unable to understand and you felt Harry’s hand holding your free one.

She sat the knife down and the small metal object she held was suddenly shining and bright as if it were alive. She inserted it under your skin where she’d cut you open.

Pressing your wound down with her thumb and continued her strange whispers and closed her eyes, tilting her head back to face up toward the ceiling. Her whispers turned into a peculiar chant, maybe not even words.

You felt your wrist burn and the heat traveled up your arm and it drew tears from your eyes. The burn turned into an ache, and then a sharp pain traveled over your spine and you gasped as you tried to hold it together. Harry squeezed your hand and you heard him tell you it was going to be okay and you knew it would but it hurt.

When the witch released your arm the pain was gone and the small slice in your skin healed completely. You flipped your arm over and inspected your skin but it looked as if nothing had happened.

The old woman stood up and took the knife and box with her as she left the room in silence.

You were stunned. You hadn’t expected this. You looked at Harry and then the door opened up. Aim entered with a smile, “You’re one of us now. Congratulations, Y/n.”

It felt surreal. You were now Satan’s follower. This was not something you ever imagined in your wildest dreams. You lifted your wrist up again at to look at and touch the skin but it was like there was nothing.

Adam and Sam followed in the door behind Aim. Adam looked a little out of sorts but he had a smile on his face. You assumed he’d gone through the same ritual you’d just experienced.

“Tonight, we will party and celebrate our new members,” Aim said with a laugh, “This won’t be like any party you’ve ever gone to so prepare yourself and keep an open mind.”

Harry tried to prep you for what was to come. You had a dress waiting for you in the room. Black silk and lace. Black stilettos and gold jewelry with rubies rounded out the outfit.

The dress had long sleeves and the front neckline plunged so far down it almost met your belly button. There were two high slits at the front skirt of the dress so that when you stepped forward, it showed your leg up to your hip. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever put on. The lace along the front was sheer and there was no wearing a bra underneath. Your breasts were visible under the material though the material’s pattern covered very specific areas around your nipple, it was still noticeable. The lace continued down through the skirt of the dress but the bottom had silk under so you were at least partially covered.

Harry kept begging you for another round before you could leave the room but you were full of nerves and knowing the little you did about what was to come, there was no way you’d be wanting to have a quickie until everything was over.

The party was going to be an orientation of sorts. A celebration for the newcomers but since you and Adam were hybrids it was a big deal. There were other hybrids in the kingdom, but you and Adam were heirs of high beings. Your pedigree proceeded you.

And you learned that some of the guests might not be so fond of you. Most would welcome you and Adam but some were going to be more difficult to convince. The fact was that with Lilith and Asmodeus in trouble, it caused a bit of a stir. Many were fond of them but now you and Adam had come into the picture and it left a big question mark for some. There were rumors flying about what had really happened. A lot of theories were being thrown around, which was getting mixed with opinions, and biases. And some of the beings weren’t so sure you and Adam were actually innocent in everything. Especially when they learned that you’d be carrying the heir of an incubus. It was all very sudden and unexpected.

Harry warned you to ignore the whispers and the looks. He told you there would be a few that might make comments to get under your skin. But it all made you nervous.

As you and Harry walked into the massive ballroom it felt like all eyes were on you. Your dress was outstanding and you had to admit, you looked very very good.

One of the first guests to come greet you was Danny. You remembered him from when you and Harry were in hiding and he came to you in astral form.

In-person and up close, he was far more attractive than you realized. His eyes were light blue and his smile was cute. He held an air of all-knowing but it was tampered by a boyish charm that made him seem approachable. He lifted your arm and kissed the top of your hand as he bowed down, “Greetings to the beautiful guest of honor.”

He stood back up and looked at Harry, “Hello, handsome,” his smirk was cocky and not too unlike the smirk Harry often shared.

He led you and Harry to your table at the front where Adam, Sam, Aim, and another woman sat.

“Tomorrow, I’d like to see you both,” Danny looked from you to Adam, “for some training and one-on-one question and answer. It’s important to your status and it’ll be necessary for me to gage where you are in your journey of understanding your role and what you’re capable of.”

You looked at Harry and back to Danny with confusion. You weren’t sure if this was normal or not. Harry leaned toward you and spoke quietly, “It’s just part of the education for you. It’s protocol.”

You nodded and looked back at Danny and you gasped when you saw his form change. He was Harry’s doppelganger. You looked at Harry beside you and then back to Danny who was now back in his normal form. He laughed, “Sorry about that. I tend to take on the shape and appearance of the thing you desire the most. Who was I? Harry?” He looked at Harry and winked.

“He’s fucking with you. He transforms into whatever he wants and if he sees what you want he’ll shift into because he can,” Harry looked at Danny, “Don’t mess with her tomorrow. I don’t want any funny business while she’s meant to be learning.”

Danny left as you sat down at the table. You noticed right away how close Sam and Adam were sitting to one another and the way they were flirting. The woman next to Aim was gorgeous. You’d come to realize how beautiful celestial beings were. Demons, angels, and everything in between were alluring and sensual by nature.

The woman lifted her hand toward you, “I’m Aggie It’s an honor to meet you.”

You shook her hand with a smile and blinked your eyes. She was absolutely breathtaking and you felt Harry’s elbow push gently into your side when you’d been staring a little too long.

You laughed quietly, “It’s nice to meet you, Aggie. I’m Y/n.”

Aggie’s grin widened and her eyes were sparkly and entrancing, “Oh, my lovely girl, I know who you are. Aim has told me all about you and you’re the guest of honor tonight, along with Adam here,” she turned to look over at Adam. Adam smiled at you and Harry and then turned back to Sam.

And the more beings you met the more you understood the allure of these fellow members of the kingdom you were now part of. Everyone was smart and sexy and had something about them that drew you in.

Harry brought you around and introduced you to as many people as he could before the event was to start. You were handed a drink and whisked around the room and it felt a little bit like you were in the ballroom scene from the movie The Labyrinth only your dress was far more revealing and in black. Everything was so pretty and everyone was so pretty and ethereal. You felt dizzy with nerves and excitement and wonder. But then when you noticed a few dark eyes on you, some looks that were just the opposite of appreciation you started to feel your anxious nerves rise up into the smallest ball of fear. It was only the tiniest little edge of panic but you felt it and you knew they wouldn’t hurt you, but they also certainly wouldn’t be in support of you.

When you and Harry were seated again you looked to the front of the room where dark curtains were slowly pulled back and music that had been playing as background noise began to quieten. A tall, slender man walked to the center of the circle enclosure where the curtains were pulled back and lights showed behind him, illuminating two high-back chairs with black silky cushions and golden legs and arms.

“All who are here tonight, the damned, the delighted, the dead…” his voice bellowed and the crowd laughed, “please rise.”

Everyone stood up and faced the circle enclosure and you felt your heart rate increase at the drama of it all.

“Here to begin the festivities of the night, to welcome our newest members and fellow lost souls, is our Dark Lord and savior,” the music had changed to something choppy and exciting but dark as the volume slowly began to rise, “the one who leads us into temptation,” people began to cheer and clap, “the most feared enemy of our great enemy,” the music continued to increase, making the whole scene feel like a wild spectacle, “the Prince of Lies, the Angel of Disaster, our Prince of Power and Air…” the slender man flailed his arms as Satan appeared behind him with a light show cascading over his frame, “Satan!”

The whole room went crazy. Whistles and claps and shouts and whoops across the ballroom and the music was loud and dramatic. Satan was even taller than the tall slender man who introduced him. The man was gone in a flash as Satan walked toward the front of the enclosure and waved. You realized people had their heads down, eyes averted from him, yet they were still clapping and howling his praise.

Satan basked in the adulation and the smell of smoke and sulphur filled your senses. Slowly, the room calmed and people began to take their seats when Satan lowered his hands in a signal to the guests.

Harry pulled your hand into his and brought it up to his mouth and pecked the top of your knuckles. You felt immediately calmer.

“Tonight we have two special guests who have pledged loyalty to me and to our kingdom. We will greet them both with open arms. I know you’ve all heard a little about who we are celebrating tonight, and it’s true that they are both angel and demon, heirs of high demons and high angels. Their power is useful and we are grateful for their allegiance,” he walked toward the chairs, his heavy steps heard through the silent ballroom, and turned, gesturing his arms toward you and Adam, palms facing up, “Adam, Y/n… please stand up and come forward.”

Harry gave you one last quick squeeze before you were standing up and walking in step with Adam toward the Dark Lord. The table was near the front, close to the enclosure where Satan stood so you didn’t have to endure walking in your stilettos for too long before you were ascending the marble stairs toward where you were begin ushered.

Satan gestured toward the chairs for you and Adam to sit. You had a view of everyone in the room from your seat. The whole room was staring at you and Adam. Looking at every bit of you their eyes could see, making assumptions and conclusions about you based on your appearance and what they’d heard about you. It was empowering to you. Somehow, this made you feel like part of something special. You were nervous and felt vulnerable, but it felt like a place to belong.

Once again, the presence of Satan was so interminable and heavy you could almost taste it. You could feel his power every time you were near him. It was almost suffocating. Even the way he breathed sounded powerful.

He stood in between your chair and Adam’s and placed his hot hands on your shoulder and called on the Order of the Fly. A man, not much shorter or smaller in stature than Satan stepped to the side of the encirclement and then spoke, “Princes and dignitaries of the Order please come forward.”

Six men and one woman got up from their seats and approached the circle enclosure standing next to the man who called them up. They were each dressed in long black robes and carried a book in their hands.

“Ministers of the Office, Ambassadors, and Justices approach.”

Maybe two dozen men (you couldn’t tell how many) in charcoal robes came forward. No books to be seen. They all stood on the opposite side of the encirclement so that you, Satan, and Adam were surrounded by the court.

One of the men wearing a black robe and holding a book had a round face and red hair and began to speak, “I am Berith, Great Pontiff of Hell. I will be the mouthpiece for the Order tonight.”

And so it began. Berith spoke about the great responsibility and the great reward of serving as a devoted member for the kingdom of Hell under Satan and Lucifer. Berith apologized for Lucifer’s absence and made a joke about how he was sure everyone was surprised by the news that he wouldn’t be joining that evening (apparently it was known that Lucifer didn’t attend events that weren’t in his honor nor was he ever expected to be there – so Berith’s joke was confusing to you at first but Harry filled you in later).

The princes and dignitaries of the court each read a small line from the books they held. Once the seventh had read their passage a stringed instrument began playing and Satan walked to the front of the encirclement before the crowd, “Brothers and Sisters, let’s enjoy tonight and welcome our honorific guests with open arms!”

Everyone stood from their seats and clapped as the music got louder and the Order of the Fly stepped down from the circle and went back to their seats. You saw Harry at the table near the front and he smiled at you. It felt absolutely absurd. Exciting but certainly not real. It felt like a fever dream.

The curtains closed and you, Adam and Satan were now hidden from the room, backstage.

Satan put his hands out to you and Adam, “It’s time for you to enjoy the party. You may return to your seats.”

You grabbed onto his hand and it felt like it could burn you it was so hot. Just on the edge of being too hot but not enough that you’d singe. You got to your feet and Satan led you and Adam through the back and opened a door that led to the ballroom.

You and Adam looked at one another with the same expression – almost as if to ask the other did that really just happen?

Back at your table food was served along with more drinks. There was a stringed quartet playing music while you were enjoying the dinner. You became convinced that the food in Hell was better than it was on Earth. There was something very special about every bite you took and every sip you swallowed.

Harry kept his hand at your thigh when it wasn’t draped over the back of your chair. Before the real party began, with entertainers and dancing and drugs (that’s what Harry told you at least) you lost sight of Sam and Adam. You and Harry had sort of been in your own world. Aim and Aggie were still at the table and Aim was the first to speak up about it, “So, I think our lovebirds went to go have a party of their own,” he laughed.

You weren’t too surprised. With the way they were flirting all night and they’re both not hard on the eyes either.

But then Aim pointed at Harry and narrowed his eyes, “Do not get any ideas.”

When the tables were pulled away and new seating was placed along the edges of the room, servers came around with drinks and the music played with a more upbeat tempo. The lights were dimmed, the encirclement was raised, the curtains pulled back and a full band suddenly appeared (the one that had begun playing the upbeat tempo). At the opposite side of the room there was another stage where men and women were dancing beautifully, not wearing anything other than glitter and jewelry. Within the crowd of people there were pockets of magic displays and fire tamers. The guests began dancing and Harry pulled you into the middle with Aim and Aggie in tow. The music was fast paced and you weren’t a dancer so you weren’t exactly sure how to move your body in a way that wouldn’t look ridiculous. Your revealing dress and high heels didn’t help matters either.

But it didn’t matter. Everyone was in their own world, dancing and singing and watching the random entertainers who would walk by with their magic tricks or unusual skill set that would draw attention.

And Harry was right. There were drugs. And it wasn’t just marijuana either. A woman walked by carrying a box with a strap that went around her shoulders and it reminded you of the old pictures you’d seen of the cigarette girls at parties during prohibition. Only inside of these boxes were illicit drugs. Things you’d never in your wildest imagination dream of seeing in person. And it was all free.

“Does everyone use drugs here?” You asked Harry as he had his arm around your waist and he was swaying you around with him.

Harry laughed and shook his head, “No. But many do. It’s just not illegal here or penalized like it is on Earth. Humans like to make rules to hurt the most vulnerable, like jailing people for using drugs. Even in Heaven, drugs are fine,” he swung you away from him and then back into his arms, “Angels, demons, and humans all use drugs and have been since the beginning of time. We all like to get a little fucked up now and again. But in Hell there are less consequences and less stigma. And less crime because of it.”

You still had so much to learn. You watched people snorting cocaine, smoking joints, smoking pipes, taking pills, and everything in between. It felt strange to look at the spectacle and not judge the beings for using the drugs. But things were different here.

Many people came up to you and greeted you. Some kissed you and hugged you. Others shook your hand and chatted for a bit, asked questions… it felt… welcoming. It felt like you belonged.

But Harry wasn’t wrong about there being some who wouldn’t welcome you. There would be some who would keep their distance and immediately not like you based on things they’d heard that weren’t true. You saw the glares and felt their coldness. But you tried not to let it get to you. You stuck by Harry’s side and it helped keep you grounded.

At some point, you didn’t know where Aim and Aggie had gone but you and Harry were dancing close and he was holding your hips and talking into your ear, purposely trying to get you riled up. You had your hands on his chest as you both swayed and his lips would go from small kisses on your neck to brushing the shell of your ear with whispered words.

“I can smell you. Your sweat, your pussy…” his fingers gripped your hips tight as he pressed himself to you close, “gonna lick up every drop of moisture from your skin tonight.”

You bit your lip and listened to him tell you what he was going to do to you. And it was all true. You were sweaty from all the dancing and your pussy was a little wet too. Everything in the ballroom that was happening was erotic. The naked dancers, people swaying and grinding together on the floor, and there were even people having sex on the couches and chairs along the walls of the room. Fully nude demons and angels fucking with no shame. It was kind of hot. Everyone was so sexy.

But as hot and sexy as everything was, you also needed to pee quite bad and you hated to break from the moment but you pressed at his chest and looked up at him, “I have to pee.”

The bathroom was all black and gold and sparkly. Everything about the palace you were in was fancy and breathtaking, like all the people. You relieved your bladder and washed your hands when the woman you met earlier, the server who tried to hit on Harry, walked up to the sink next to you and started to wash her hands. You looked at her through the mirror and she glanced at you but went back to washing her hands.

You found it odd that she didn’t greet you and maybe it was all the alcohol or your own dislike toward her but after you dried your hands you leaned your hip to the counter and faced her. You waited for her to finish but she didn’t turn to look at you.

When she moved to leave you stepped in front of her, blocking her path, realizing you were a few inches taller than her, thanks to your stilettos. You laughed and it came out darker than you intended, a menacing chuckle that you’d never heard come from yourself before.

She cleared her throat and tried to step around you but you pressed your back into the door and spoke, “What? No hello? No welcome to the fold? You flirt with my man right in front of me but won’t acknowledge me, the guest of honor?”

You really didn’t know what had gotten into you but you wanted her to know her place. You could read her thoughts easily and she didn’t like you. But that wasn’t your concern. You didn’t care if she liked you or not. It was her sneaky little lingering contemplation about how she was going to get Harry’s attention. And when she finally looked into your eyes you smiled at her ridiculous recent memory.

She’d tried hitting on him again just now. That’s why she was here. She followed you to the bathroom so she could have a moment alone with him and he brushed her off.

You laughed and brought your hand up to her long hair, wrapping a small curl around your pointer finger, “Maybe it’s hard for you to comprehend this but Harry is mine. He doesn’t want you, as you just learned. Again. Do you know what we did after we left the pub earlier today? When we didn’t eat the dessert you gave to Harry?”

You saw her swallow and the look in her eyes narrowed as she got angrier.

“Yeah. I bet you’d like to know. It was dirty and hot. So satisfying. Mouth watering. And soon you’ll be seeing me carrying his heir. His cock is mine. His soul is bonded to me. You’re a bore to him. And to me too quite honestly. Know your place,” you let go of her hair and brought your hand up to her temple, touching the small space between her eye and her ear, “I can hear every stupid thought in your brain your right now. You’re pathetic.”

And with that, you turned and walked out of the bathroom. Harry was waiting for you by the door. He was smirking at you, “What did you do to her?”

You smiled and brought your hands up over his chest and pressed him into the wall, “I just told her whom you belong to,” you pressed your lips to his and took his hand, pulling it down to your center where you were wet (it was easy access with your high front slit), and you lifted your leg over his hip and pressed your mouth over his.

Harry sputtered out a laugh in disbelief, “What have you done with my sweet little lemon love? Hmm?” He kissed you back and slid his fingers over your clit and smiled against your lips, “Need me, baby? Want to make her jealous? Is that why you’re all grabby with my hands?”

You smiled and shrugged, “Maybe.” And you weren’t sure why you did it, but maybe it was to make her jealous. You wanted her to see Harry touching you and not her. You knew you’d absolutely lost your mind when rolled your hips into his hand.

Harry pushed his fingers inside and kept his thumb on your button as he slowly dragged his long digits in and out. You knew that she’d see the whole show if she just stepped out of the bathroom. The slit in your dress was so high and you weren’t wearing panties and with Harry’s hand stuffed in your cunt, there was no way to hide what was happening.

You held onto his shoulders and tightened your leg over his hip as he worked your pussy. Harry leaned in to kiss your neck as his hand grew wetter and wetter.

With the moments of quiet, the girl thought the coast was clear so she stepped out of the bathroom and the first thing she saw, just as you’d hoped, was your wet pussy being fucked with Harry’s long, ringed fingers.

You and Harry both turned your heads toward her and smiled, your eyes were droopy because you were already being worked into an orgasm, but you still managed a good grin at her.

Harry pulled his fingers out of your cunt and lifted his hand, putting his middle finger into his mouth and moaning before popping it out and holding it out to the girl, “Oh, did you want a taste of the best pussy in all the realms?”

Her eyes widened and she scowled, “Doubt that…” she said under her breath and Harry scoffed before moving your leg down and he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips, and lifted your leg up over his shoulder.

He looked at the girl and shook his head, “Your existence is boring and you have no taste. Please go so I can eat,” and with that, he dug his face into your cunt and you held onto his shoulders and moaned, throwing your head back.

You were feeling the magic of the realm. The freedom, the openness, the spontaneity. It was different being in the lower realm. Not like it was on Earth. You felt the gravity, the heat, the confidence, and the boldness of the others around you. It melted away any bit of reserve you felt (well mostly), enough that you were getting eaten out in public so you could make a point to someone who thought she could have your man.

The girl was long gone by the time you orgasmed and Harry’s big cock was nearly bursting from his pants. He already had a big cock even when not hard so getting hard while he was wearing pants tended to be a bit of a problem for him.

“Let’s go back to our room. I think you’ve been present long enough,” Harry’s face was slick with you and you wiped his chin with your palm as you tried to calm your panting breaths with a nod.

You and Harry wasted no time in getting back to the big bed that sat waiting for you to use. The fire was already lit and the candles on the mantle were flickering with gentle light against the wall and ceiling.

Harry’s black eyes were devouring your body as you slid your dress off. He watched you as he slowly removed his shirt and then his pants. He was gearing up to do what he did best. What he was created to do. He was an incubus after all, with a big cock that was used to pour fertile seed meant to impregnate a womb with his heir. It wasn’t like when it was just fucking. When it was time for him to plant an heir, his ritual was sacred and he was about to share it with you. You were about to find out what it was really like to be properly defiled by an incubus.

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Hey Cap!! Miscellaneous PN meta question :)))

I’m curious if you’re planning on having Zoe appear in PN? Similar to a lot of characters in ML, she has a hell of a lot of potential! Especially with how her relationship with Chloe would function and change over time… but the creators kind of fumbled the bag with her and didn’t utilise a lot of her interesting aspects.

Well, as far as I’m aware they didn’t. I’m ngl, I’ve not watched all of season four (maybe about half of it) or any of season 5, I got distracted and then saw spoilers and was like “damn wtf?” and haven’t been able to start watching it again.

Anyway! I was curious if she’ll appear and what your thoughts on her are (in canon and / or for PN, I’ll take either!) cause I know that you’re diverging from canon more as Panthera goes on (which makes sense, it’d be a total continuity error if you didn’t!) but I actually can’t remember which season you’re using as the cut off for when you’ll stop paying attention to canon / have the finale. 

I just realised since one of the main traits they gave Zoe’s character was ‘being good at acting’ it’d be funny if you made the characters reference the theatre arc just basically going like “lmao yeah, I remember that, that was crazy Juleka got stabbed. Anyway.” And she never got the opportunity to be in her element. Though she does have enough going on what with being moved to a foreign country by her mum who doesn’t give a shit, suddenly having Chloe as a sister and maybe throwing a wrench into whatever dance Alya and Marinette have going on that it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

(I might just want another theatre arc. I genuinely cannot wait till I get back to Adam and his bullshittery and Juleka’s rejected depression hours during my reread. More notes in general will be coming soon, hopefully once or twice a week as I settle into college!!)

(Also I didn’t have very strong opinions on Zoe aside from “damn they fumbled. Anyway.” until I managed to fit her into my own overly elaborate miraculous fic plan. Her relationship with Chloe is so fucking sad and convoluted because of canon and my own plot ramifications and I’m looking forward to writing it so bad. Then I got curious about any plans / thoughts you have about her :3. dw, I won’t go on about my own au in these asks, I just may reference it as context for some questions!)

as always, anything that veers off into spoiler territory; keep it to yourself!!! :3

Zoe will in fact make an appearance! Cleaning up how Audrey covered her existence up or how she exists but Zoe will make an appearance! I think she’s too much of a lost opportunity for depth and stuff to not give my go at in Panthera.

[quordleona03]

Due South: RayV/Benton

Many years ago I wrote a multi-episode multi-fandom story called The Games, set in someone else's universe without permission (the Keptverse) and discovered halfway through that the creator didn't like what I was doing because she wanted the Keptverse to be RPF and my story was set in Chicago in the Keptverse and all of the characters were borrowed from my favourite series. In my story, Sam Gerard is the commander of an awkward squad of U.S. Marshals - a stray Brit, George Cowley: two seconded from the FBI, Dana Scully and Adam Pierson: the most recent recruits are fleeing something that happened California and the others can't quite figure out why Sam hired them, Rupert Giles and Willow Rosenberg: and: A former Chicago cop and a former Mountie, Ray Vecchio and Benton Fraser.

The only married couple in the team.

In the Keptverse, slavery is the law of the United States of North America, and the story opens when Sam buys Richard Kimble, sentenced to slavery for the murder of his wife, from what was meant to be a death sentence in the arena. Plot ensues.

This is an ensemble story, and while all of Gerard's team have POV chapters, none of them are the main characters - the protagonist/antagonist pair are Sam Gerard and Richard Kimble. But we meet both Benton and Ray in the first chapter of part 1, the opening story "The Games":

The kitchen was a big room with a table large enough for eight: there were files spread over half the surface, and a dark-haired man sitting reading through one of them, a cup of coffee beside him. “Ray,” Benton said, “are you busy?” “Benny!” The man sounded startled. “I thought Sam had a job for you? Who’s this? Hey, Will.” “What do you like to eat?” the young woman – Will? – Willow? – asked. She sounded as if she wanted to know, and Kimble realised after a moment she was asking him. He shrugged. He couldn’t think of an answer that sounded right. He was quite anxious to hear what Benton would say. But all Benton said was “Sam wanted him to have something to eat. Ray, are there any ready meals in the freezer?” “Ready meal?” Ray stood up. “Or something out of a can. I’m sure Sam didn’t mean us to go to any trouble. Besides, we still have thirteen files to read through on the Trenton case.” Benton paused a beat. “Of course, we can always take some of them home.” “Oh hell,” Ray said, “I’ll cook. Sit down. Will, are you hungry? You – what’s your name? – anything you don’t eat?”

Ray Veccho and Benton Fraser work so well as a married couple.

This section is from The Pieces, part 7 of The Games

“Benny, what the hell are you planning?” Ray pulled back, staring him in the face, his hands still on Benton’s shoulders. “What makes you think I’m planning anything?” “Because you just told me you loved me!” “Well, I do.” “I know that. You never say it. You never, ever say it. Not in so many words.” “Well, I’m sorry about that, Ray.” “What the hell are you planning? I love you too.” “I know that.” “Good.”

(The West Wing and M*A*S*H and Cagney and Lacey and House MD show up in The Games too, because of course they do.) I loved watching Ray Vecchio and Benton Fraser find their way into friendship with eahc other. I only ever wrote one other Due South story - Follow the Leader, about Ray kissing Fraser - but they were such a great couple and I'd love having more stories set in Chicago where they just happen to be. Both of them. Thanks to @ds30below for reminding me of how much I loved the two of them and their relationship!

[amltdaily]

Before last weekend, I had no idea that Gary Mendez’s death and my mom’s had anything to do with each other.

(This is a TV story, I promise. Just stick with me.)

Last week, I had the honor of moderating some panels at ATX TV Festival in Austin, Texas. I love moderating, funneling a ton of preparation and research into what — if I do my job right — becomes a fun and illuminating conversation. One of my panels was titled “TV Screens for Cancer,” and it was sponsored by Hollywood, Health & Society. Despite what might at first glance seem like very grim subject matter, I was really looking forward to the opportunity to ask a bunch of TV writers about the cancer storylines they’d crafted over the years.  

I had a personal reason for wanting in on the discussion, too. My mother, Susan Roots, died in May 2021 from Stage IV breast cancer.

The fact of that sentence, by the way, is still as surreal to me as it was the week she passed. I don’t have much memory of when, in a fog of grief and distracted by funeral arrangements, I contacted ABC publicity to let them know I couldn’t make a prearranged phone interview with A Million Little Things creator/showrunner DJ Nash. I’d covered the show since its start; I vaguely recall being grateful, given the tight timelines related to broadcast finales, that our Season 3 finale call was moved to a time more convenient for me.

The conversation I eventually had with Nash, though, stands out in clear detail in my brain. I sat at my parents’ white kitchen table, wearing a shirt of my mother’s because I hadn’t brought enough clothes with me when I rushed home. I was about to launch into my questions when he gently interrupted.

“Tell me a story about your mom,” he said.

If you’ve had the experience of witnessing a loved one in the terminal phase of an illness, you know how tough it can be to think of any time when your shared lives didn’t revolve around the soul-grinding details, and how hard it is to think about anything else once the person has passed. When to administer morphine. Which hospice nurse is coming today. Which setting on the hospital bed brings the least discomfort. Nash’s kind, simple request delivered me from that for a moment.

I told him about a car ride I’d had as a kid with my mom, her mom and her aunt. The horn malfunctioned while we were on the highway, honking randomly, loudly and with abandon at the unsuspecting drivers all around us. My mom, grandmother and great aunt couldn’t stop laughing. My mom gasped for breath, wiping at her streaming eyes as she tried to hold it together so we didn’t run off the road. I cackled too, partly because the horn really was ridiculous, partly out of the novelty of seeing these three women lose themselves in such unhinged fashion.

Nash listened. He chuckled. When I was done, we went on with the interview as planned. I’ve been lucky to have a lot of great conversations with people who make TV over the years, but that one stands out — even more so now, for reasons I’ll get to in a minute.

For those unfamiliar with A Million Little Things, it was an hour-long drama that ran on ABC for five seasons. It followed a group of friends in Boston. At the end of the series, one of the friends — Gary Mendez (played by James Roday Rodriguez), whose experience as a breast cancer survivor was an integral part of the show — died of lung cancer.

As A Million Little Things’ boss and the arbiter of Gary’s fate, Nash was a great fit for the ATX panel last weekend. He was joined by fellow TV writers Erica Green Swafford (New Amsterdam), Adam Weissman (The Good Doctor) and Stephen Hootstein (Chicago Med), all of whom generously engaged with my questions about how to balance realistic portrayals of cancer and making good TV.

Remember how I said I like to be super-prepared for panels? Nash knocked all of that askew when, in front of the audience, he revealed something he hadn’t shared before.

“There’s a moment in the finale that was put in for you,” he said, referring to our conversation years before. “When Walter says to Rome, ‘Tell me a story about Gary.’”

ATX (which is owned by TVLine’s parent company, PMC) filmed the event, so you can see my surprise in the video at the top of this post. I was touched. I was flummoxed. I turned an even deeper shade of red than I normally do while public speaking. Reporters are taught to cover news, not make themselves the center of it. So while I was (and am!) flattered by Nash’s gesture, it was a little unsettling suddenly to find myself on the other side of things.

Most of all, though, I felt a deep gratitude that my mom’s existence was, in an indirect yet careful way, immortalized in a medium she adored.

When the panel was over, after making Nash swear to me yet again that he was telling the truth about the origin of Walter’s line, I confessed that I’d since stolen his story thing and used it when I didn’t know what to say to someone who was grieving. I recommend it.

So there you go: A brief moment of human connection in an industry that traffics in transactional conversations left us both with something meaningful. And somewhere, my primetime-drama-loving mom is absolutely overjoyed that she’s now a part — however far removed — of TV lore.

[shellshocklove]

interlude: does anyone know where the love of god goes? | joel miller

pairing/AU: joel miller x female!reader – post breakout & no ellie AU

summary: a dark shadow lurks in the woods, searching for his angel.

warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni!!! canon-typical violence, age gap (reader is mid to late twenties), dark content, swearing, guns, some tags are left out to avoid spoilers, no use of y/n

a/n: the plan for this series was always three parts, but then i got this small idea for an interlude that i really wanted to include so here it is <3 this is a little different but i hope it's enjoyable still! happy reading <3

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The snow moaned with each step he took. The muscles in his shoulders ached from the strap of his gun where it gnawed, and his arms were tired from carrying it around all day. On top of that he was cold. His fingers felt like icicles wrapped around the trigger.

Why was it always so fucking cold, Adam wondered.

The woods had started to grow dark around him as a crow played hide and seek between the trees. It had followed him all day. Back and forth he’d walked – on lookout, always ready. For what, he didn’t know, they hadn’t seen anything or anyone since they came upon the cabin.

How he wished to be back there right now. Back in the warmth with a warm meal in his belly.

He looked to the sky with disinterest. Over the treetops twilight deepened into a deep purple, like the color of an old bruise faded to black.

Nothing. No one.

The wind moved and cut right through him, down to the bone, and Adam started to wonder about when the last time he’d felt truly warm had been. The fire, maybe? When the curtains caught fire, it hadn’t taken long before the whole house was aflame.

Something deep inside him shrunk each time he recalled that day. Jonah had barked his hoarse voice at him. Orders, orders, orders. Do this, kill them, kill them all, and take what’s of value.

It had started to get old long before that night, and Adam couldn’t find a reason for why he followed the guys and Jonah anymore. The constant traveling was harsh and hard, especially in winter, with no place to settle for longer than a week at a time, killing and raiding whatever and whoever they came across. Maybe in the beginning it had been worth it, back all those years ago when Adam had felt like he’d had something to prove, something to prove to Jonah, to show his potential, a potential to lead.

But no, it had been years and Adam was always stuck on fucking scout duty. He hated scout duty.

He hated Jonah, too.

Adam wondered what he’d done to that girl. That bitch deserved to get put in her place, that’s for sure– she’d almost given him a speed ticket to hell if she’d been a good shot. She’d ran down the stairs while waving a loaded revolver around, sent most of the rounds into the walls. Somehow, he’d managed to grab ahold of the old woman, used her as leverage with his gun pointed to her temple. The bitch had gone dead silent, and Adam had known he had a clean shot had it not been for the old man. He’d been stronger than he’d looked, attacking Barkley, and giving Adam no other choice than to shoot the old woman. Adam could still feel the spray of her warm blood against his face.

Everything after that happened so fast. Adam couldn’t get a clean shot on the old man, and the girl had gone all crazy, shooting bullet after bullet into the floor, and now Barkley’s leg most likely had to be amputated.

If the wound doesn’t get you, the fucking infection will.

The bullets had drawn the rest of the crew to the living room, and soon both the girl and the man had been pressed against the floor with their hands tied behind their backs. Adam don’t know what happened next, too busy raiding the rest of the house for valuables, but somehow Jonah had decided to take the girl with them while they’d left the man for dead in the snow.  

Adam felt a shiver run through him at the memories while the wind howled like a hound in his ear.

He should get back.

Wading through the snow, Adam dreamt of summer. His hand around his gun slackened in his grip while he filled his head with thoughts from before. Of long days at the public pool during summer break, the smell of a barbeque and freshly cut grass, of his mother waiting for him on the porch after a long day of running around the neighborhood with supper ready.

In his daydreaming, Adam failed to notice the shadow trailing him, how it kept to the darkness of the forest.

No mother stood ready for him on the porch of the cabin, only Jack on guard duty tonight. He looked as bored as Adam had felt in the forest.

“Did you see anything?” Jack asked as Adam approached him.

“Nah,” Adam shook his head as he walked past Jack up the porch stairs. “I’ll let Jonah know I’m back.”

“He’s with the girl,” Jack told him, “said he didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Adam felt a frown form across his face. Jonah with the girl? Jonah might be a hard son of a bitch, but he’d never laid a hand on a woman for as long as Adam had been a part of the crew. Not that the opportunity hadn’t presented itself… multiple times. Spoils of the raids Adam had taken advantage of time and time again. A man gets tired of his own hand after a while, and nothing beats a tight cunt. At first, Adam had thought Jonah didn’t swing that way, but nothing stays sacred for long in a crew like this, and one night Barkley had told him about Jonah’s wife, and how she’d died. Jonah killed and plundered, set fire to the world, but would never take a woman again as long as it was not his wife. Adam guessed that some things remained sacred, even after death.

A wall of warmth hit Adam as he stepped inside the cabin. The room was stuffy from the heat of the fire and men, and he could already feel drops of sweat bead on his forehead. The men paid him no mind, their chatter loud and obnoxious where they huddled together over bowls of food.

His stomach growled at the sighed, and he quickly served himself a bowl of brown mush simmering away over the flames. Looking down at his bowl, Adam knew he’d kill for something else to eat, something that wasn’t this fucking diarrhea-looking slop.

Looking over at the men where they sat, Adam mulled it over and shook his head He wasn’t in the mood for whatever ‘jokes’ they had for him today. Quietly, he grabbed another bowl of brown and walked down the hall. Curiosity grabbed a hold of him when he passed the door where Jonah kept the girl locked away. The two bowls shook in his hands as he pressed his ear to the door as he held his breath, listening.

He heard a muffled voice, deep, Jonah’s. Adam couldn’t catch the words being spoken behind the door, but he never heard the girl reply. She hadn’t said a word since they dragged her away with them. She’d kicked and screamed, spat out words of ‘how they’d regret this’ and ‘how they’d soon be dead if they didn’t let her go,’ but the fight in her had died out quickly. Adam wished Jonah would put a bullet in her already. She’d shot Barkley– she needed to pay for it, he thought.

The room smelled sweetly of disease. Adam wanted to crack open the window, but Barkley had begged him not to the last time he’d attempted it. He crept closer to the bed where his friend was sleeping, his dark hair sticking wetly to his forehead from sweat.

The infection had taken him now, Adam thought as he sat the bowl on the bed side table. They should take the leg, but he knew they wouldn’t; Barkley was already dead. Adam shook his friend’s shoulder, but he wouldn’t wake, only mumbled words Adam couldn’t understand – the ramblings of fever dreams.

With a sigh, Adam sat down in the chair in the corner. He’d slept in the chair since they found the cabin, watching over Barkley. The guys had teased him about it, but he’d rather sit in a room stuffed in the rot of disease, than pretend to like any of the guys. He let his eyes wander over Barkley as he ate his food.

His friend was dying. His only friend soon to be dead. What would be the point anymore when he’s not there anymore?

He hated everyone else. The praise and promotion he’d expected from Jonah, would never come. Maybe he should just slip out in the night, go about the land himself, find someplace to settle, leave this all behind.

Adam scraped the bowl and sighed. It was a foolish thought. He knew Jonah would come after him. He didn’t tolerate deserters much. You either followed him or swallowed down a bullet.

He had no choice; it was scout duty for Adam.

The snow moaned with each step he took, and the sun failed to make sense. The trees had been eerily silent today, something different in the endless wilderness. Adam moved about his route, back and forth, back and forth. He couldn’t put his finger on it but all day, it was like he was being watched. He’d watched his six, gone off his usual path, went a little deeper than he used to, but Adam had seen nothing but white snow-covered trees.

He waded back the way he’d came as a nervousness ran through him, bubbling under his skin. His grip around his gun tightened and he couldn’t fight the urge to check it again. A heat flushed his cheeks when he saw it was still loaded and ready, just like it had been ten minutes ago.

He was losing it.

Shaking his head, Adam tried to keep himself steady with calming breaths.

In… One… Two… Three… Out… One… Two… Three.

Over him he heard a branch snap, and his heart stopped. His arms worked on instinct, aiming his gun at the sky. An owl flew overhead, cooing in the silence of the forest, and Adam’s hands fell to his side.

A small breathy laugh escaped him. What was wrong with him today?

He continued on his path, kicking snow with each step. The snow had soaked through the cuffs of his jeans, but he’d stopped caring long ago. Then the wind moved, it cut right through him, making the trees rustle like living things. Adam looked up again, catching a glimpse of the sun through the trees as the world slowly darkened around him.

Then, a warm hand clamped over his mouth. He had no time to react before he felt the barrel of a gun against his back.

“Drop the gun,” a gruff voice ordered in his ear, full of authority.

When Adam didn’t move, the gun pressed harder into his back, the metal burning against his spine. If his mouth wasn’t covered he’d probably let out a whine.

“Drop. The. Gun,” the voice repeated, and Adam felt his gun slip from his fingers. He made no move to resist when the man grabbed his hands and twisted them behind his back.

He thought about Barkley, and Jonah, and the men. What did he have to fight for?

Around him the world darkened, it was like the forest came alive, the quietness blooming with sounds. A crow cawing somewhere, and then accompanied by another. The shadows had turned strange, small half-mooned shapes making patterns in the snow.

The man pushed him up against a tree as he tied his hands. The rope he used was thick– no, not rope, it couldn’t be. Adam twisted his hands, fingers dancing along the material. A belt. The man had used his belt to tie him up.

He could just run, wrangle his hands from the man’s grip and run. Adam looked past the tree, gauging his chances through the thick snow–

Bang.

Fuck.

Adam fell to his knees.

Motherfucker.

Blood bubbled in his ears. Blood stained the snow in crimson, pooling out of his left leg. The pain burned and Adam couldn’t figure out where he’d been shot, it was like it could’ve been anywhere in the growing red staining his jeans.

The man grabbed a hold of him, twisting him around and pressed him to the tree trunk. Adam cried out in pain, he couldn’t hold it back, the pulsing in his leg too strong – it beamed up his thigh. The back of his head slammed against the bark, and Adam was forced to look at him.

“Where is she?” the man asked in a calm voice.

Older. Brown hair. Brown eyes. A patchy beard with streaks of grey. He was larger than Adam. Maybe he’d been able to run from him, if he’d not been shot.

Sucking in a shaky breath, Adam tried to calm himself. “Who?” he tried and earned himself a sucker punch – his jaw aching and blood filling up his nostrils.

The man shook his head, “Wrong answer. Where is she?” The void in the man’s eyes made a chill run through Adam; or maybe it was the snow, or the blood pooling out of him.

The man’s grip in his hair tightened as he slammed Adam’s head into the tree bark. The world spun before him, dark as it twisted it into something strange.

Fuck, he was about to die.

“S-she’s alive,” he tried, his voice not louder than a whisper.

“Where?”

Adam sucked in a breath, tried to focus on keeping his eyes open. A clanging sound filled his ears before metal glinted in the strange light. He couldn’t hold back his scream when he felt the knife in his gut.

“Ah! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried, “The cabin– the cabin.”

Over him the man towered and his grip in his hair tightened even more.

“WHAT CABIN!?” he screamed.

Adam clung to life with both hands. The man before him turned into two, and he couldn’t figure out where it hurt the most.

“H-hunting cabin… a-a f-fifteen-minute walk t-that way.” Adam tilted his head in the direction, as much movement he could manage through the grip of his hair.

The man let go of him, and his head fell back against the bark. The world was suddenly brighter again – or was he walking towards the bright light he’d heard so much about?

“S-she’s alive– I-I swear,” he whispered.

“It’s okay…” the man nodded, his voice laced with pity as he stood before him, a giant shadow against the brightening day, arm raised and blade glinting in his hand. “I believe you.”

i hope someone liked this? i'm very curious about what your thoughts for the last part will be, so if you have them please leave a comment, reply or an ask. they are always super welcomed, and they make me super happy <3 other than that, thank you for reading!!

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[infinitelycomplexpuzzles]

About Beelzebub

So you want to know about ol’ Beelzebub, do you? Well, forget everything you think you know about the Lord of the Flies, and listen well, because it’s a long story and condensing it is hard.

So a long, long time ago, God decides to make the universe, and creates all the angels to do it. Poof! Then he sends them forth to go do his will and all that. Beelzebub is put in charge of making all the food, all the animals and plants and stuff. For this, he’s seen by a lot of the angels as being lower on the rung, because he’s not been given the job of making light or physics or something like that. Even Heaven has its hierarchy.

Anyway, you know the important bits by now. Light, six days, humans, rest. The part that gets messy is how time works, because he and the other angels made that too. It wasn’t really days so much as periods. Days just sounds and looks better and is easier to understand. But it’s more like six periods where different groups went out to do their thing, the thing they were put in charge of.

Day six comes around, humans exist, and God calls all his angels up to have a chat with them. See, humans are the most perfect things in all existence; Adam and Eve are perfect in ways words cannot possibly describe; and as you can imagine, all the angels love them. They’ve spent the entire time they’ve existed preparing for this moment, the moment where Adam and Eve get to enjoy all the things that the angels made for them. I mean, they literally hung the stars in the universe and grew the grass beneath their feet for them.

Except then God throws a cold bucket of water on the lot of them, saying that they’re not allowed to reveal themselves or anything. Non-interference. They’re the most important beings in all of creation, and they’re not allowed to know that. Okay, say the angels, not entirely understanding.

But then God goes and tells them that they’re supposed to love them the same way they love God, like they are God. Now, this confuses them, because how do you love your creator, or anything, without them knowing you exist? How exactly do you love something that knows you exist the same way that you love something that doesn’t? It made no sense to the Angels. But God simply said those were the rules. Don’t interfere, love them like they loved God.

And then he decided that was a great time to stop taking questions. As you can imagine, this went over poorly. Angels started asking questions, started making debates, started arguing with each other about what to do. And this created two camps. On one side, you had the ones who said that the first rule was more important: don’t interfere. It came first, it’s more important. On the other side were the ones who said the second one was. If you can’t follow the second rule without breaking the first, it has to be the more important one, since following the first broke the second too, and loving your creator was more important that not being seen.

If this is giving you a headache, think of the Angels like parents. Adam and Eve were basically their kids; and as a parent, is there anything you don’t want to give your kids? Could a parent stand for their kids to never know their parents? Never know that everything was provided for them, and never know why? Everything was created for you, and you were just supposed to think you were alone in the universe. That it didn’t care about you, and you were just some accident.

Lines were drawn, arguments made. Finally, it came time to make good on those arguments. And the three that fell first? Lucifer, Leviathan, and Beelzebub. Yeah, bet you were wondering where he came back into the story, huh?

Lucifer you probably already know all about. Thinks he knows better, thinks he’s got the plan, thinks he can keep everything under control. Leviathan fought God before creation. Leviathan was everything God wasn’t, and wanted what God was, and so fought God and lost. Hated him ever since. Should have probably thought it was weird when he went along with this, but everyone was whipped up in a fervor.

Beelzebub… No one actually knows what the Hell he was thinking. He gives so many different answers it’s hard to know which ones are true and which ones he says to fuck with you. Maybe he was insane. Maybe he wanted to take the risk. Maybe he was so filled with love and dogma he couldn’t do anything else. Point is, he was there next to Lucifer and Leviathan, the first created and the one who fought God, this guy who was put in charge of making dandelions and worms and stuff. First indication he was hitting way above his weight class.

So you know the rest of the story to some degree. Adam and Eve, forbidden fruit, awareness. Suddenly, mankind is capable of complex thinking, of reasoning. No longer do they just see things and accept them, they start asking why. No more ‘apple taste good’ and move on. Now they wonder what makes an apple taste good, what makes it different from other apples, what makes the best ones. All kinds of questions.

Beelzebub takes to this with vigor. See, he made all the plants and animals like I said. And he made them to be eaten. What is the point of an apple if it doesn’t get eaten? He literally crafted everything to be enjoyed. To keep humans alive. Humans need food, so they should get things they like. Things they enjoy. Things they want more of. And why shouldn’t they? They’re the most important thing in all creation.

You can probably grasp how he got tagged with being the demon lord of gluttony. You see, it never occurred to Beelzebub that humans could do something like become ravenous monsters that would literally destroy each other just to consume things. And there’s a lot of things you can consume. Food, drink, sex, entertainment, arrogance, hate… If you can indulge in something, it’s Beelzebub who made that possible, though he didn’t know it.

Now obviously, God finds out about this, gets really pissed off, and throws the lot of the offending angels into Hell. Throws some humans in there too, not to punish them but to punish the offending angels. After all, they loved humans so much, what could be worse than seeing their own handiwork?

Some of them, like Satan and Belphegor, turn to resenting and hating humans. If it wasn’t for them, if they were fallible, God wouldn’t have been angry. Not Beelzebub. He loves them all the more. Perhaps it’s part of his curse… Oh, did I not mention that?

So, all the ringleaders got cursed by God. Remember how Cain got cursed for inventing murder? Same sorta deal. Lucifer for example gets cursed to have a realm in Hell, a twisted mirror of what he could have had. There he remains, trying to build a utopia, and forever failing, forever injuring his pride. He can’t give it up, he’s too proud.

Beelzebub gets cursed to never be satisfied. He’s an addict, the king of them, someone who craves and hungers and consumes endlessly without end, who cannot be satisfied no matter what. He’s a pathetic being, really. Some people think gluttony looks like massive fat blobs, and it does, but it’s just as familiar to the burned out addict in an alleyway. He’s got plenty of forms. Just depends on what he needs right then.

Anyway, guy loves humanity. And humanity loves him, even if they don’t know it. Beer, cake, coffee, the fucking KFC Double-Down… The human desire for more comes from him, and he is rewarded by being given new and wonderful things to crave. Angels, and demons for that matter, are not nearly as creative as humans are. It’s not their nature. It used to be that the only humans who could be gluttonous were the rich. Now? Everyone can. You can binge watch television shows and drink wines from across the globe and eat all kinds of foods most people in the past would never have imagined. It used to be that eating five thousands calories a day was limited to royalty. Now? It’s easy.

And it’s not just food. Gambling? Entertainment? He loves it. It’s his domain. Art? Same deal. His entire realm, the third circle of hell, probably looks to the outsider like the best part of the whole realm. I mean, it’s got everything you could possibly want. Only… it’s a good place to visit, you know? Because guess what, after a while, even the greatest pleasures become unappealing, and it never stops. Imagine being made to eat cake every single day for every single meal, forever. Imagine never being able to lose at gambling. Imagine women or men, whatever you prefer, never turning you down, or always wanting more of you. How long before it became maddening? That’s his realm.

It’s why he’s called ‘Lord of the Flies.’ Because he’s like a fly on shit. The fly doesn’t care that it’s shit. It cares that it’s hungry. He’s basically the king of the bums. He’s the world’s first junkie.

Of course, because of his domain, he’s also sometimes called 'the kindest demon.’ Because he’s like a doting parent or grandparent, always wanting to give more and more and more to their kids. Ever heard a grandparent complain a kid is too thin? Imagine that, times a million.

He can be loving. He can be indulgent. He can be full of love and kindness. But he can also be cruel, inhuman, violent, and impossibly sadistic. He is everything to extremes. He cares for nothing except getting his next fix. He is someone who can feast on the finest foods one moment and be eating literal dirt the next.

Oh, and he once stole Lucifer’s throne from him and gave it back to him on a whim, because he wanted to see if he could. That’s the kind of being he is. Basically no one in the underworld crosses him for it, because none of them can accurately predict what he might do. Lucifer and Leviathan rule by force and power, but Beelzebub rules through guile and intrigue and indulgence. He even intentionally supports challenges to his rule, just to see what’ll happen.

All of this is to say, you’re as likely to find him covered in garbage in an alley smelling of urine and booze as you are to find him at a high society party drinking the finest wines. Never assume that something is beyond him, or beneath him. Because it isn’t, if he gets the hunger.

[wannabevampire]

window to my soul,

painting of my heart.

☆ volume i ~

genesis.

summary : the beginning.

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pairing ~ druig x fem original character (iris)

genre ~ enemies 2 lovers!

warnings ~ none! (for this chapter)

word count ~ roughly 1,500 words

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chapter one: existence.

[ Creazione di Eva ] ~ Michelangelo

The Creation of Eve : a painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. a illustration from the book of genesis. God gives life to Eve, the first woman. it is the first story of genesis to show the physical figure of god. This piece “lives in the shadow” of its counterpart Creazione di Adamo (The Creation of Adam) <seen next chapter>

According to the bible, God created Eve to be Adams companion. he did so by taking her from the rib of Adam.

“Eve moves with hands in prayer position in a rather childish, dazed manner, as if thanking her Creator; meanwhile, Adam lies in deep sleep on a rock.” -glimpses of the sistine chapel: the creation of eve. An action of piety, subservience, respect, and trust.

Some may argue life began with Adam. But what he knew, and what God knew, was that life meant nothing if there was no one for him to love. So despite the moments Adam spent alone, their story did not truly begin until Eve arrived. -a note from allie <3

I encourage you to interpret my decisions to use Michelangelo’s ~

( Creazione di Eva e Creazione di Adamo )

In whatever way feels most right for you. Art is created to tell a story that will be different to every person who sees it.

hope you enjoy!! -allie<3

<side note: this chapter takes place in a version of “ancient Greece” not during the Italian renaissance or in Vatican city>

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earth-647 : 2,977 bc

Existence seemed exhausting.

She’d been observing the concept for awhile now. It was inevitable that some day She would have to exist. Fulfill her destiny and complete her task of becoming fully sentient.

But as of now, Iris was content to stay in her “waiting room” (as she liked to call it).

Sure she was excited to move about freely, to see the sun, learn about her new planet, and of course meet her new companions.

But there was something so nice about not having to do anything. She couldn’t even feel boredom, the concept was entirely unfamiliar to her. She’d never had anything to compare her current situation to and she couldn’t imagine herself doing anything else.

So she was perfectly content mindlessly floating around her chambers.

Iris couldn’t remember the moment she became “Iris”.

She simply wasn’t, and then...she was.

There’s really no other way to describe it.

She didn’t remember very much at all if she was being honest. She remembered home, although it was a bit fuzzy.

Olympia.

She could recall bursts of her life.

She could hear laughter, and remembered thinking it sounded a lot like music.

She felt the warmth of being wrapped in a blanket, and the slight scratchiness that came along side it.

She remembered books and storytelling.

She remembered fighting and screaming.

She remembered crying.

She remembered home cooked meals and family dinners.

She remembered kisses that left her breathless.

Yet she did not miss it, she knew she should. But she didn’t. Sure her new existence seemed extremely tiring and it wouldn’t all be fun and games. But she felt drawn to it.

She felt…excited? Hopeful? Scared?

She felt like she had a purpose. Like she had to do this, for a greater good. Something beyond what Arishem had planned for them.

When she thought about the inevitability of taking her first steps into her new world she felt tugs on her heart strings. Like her soul was trying to tell her something.

She had tried for ages to figure out what it was trying communicate. But she just couldn’t figure it out, and every time she found herself getting close it was somehow ripped from her brain. Slipping right through her finger tips, leaving her right back where she had started.

Iris flopped down onto her sad excuse of a bed and rolled over onto her side. Moving to flip through her guidebook. It had been in her “waiting room” when she had awoken for the first time.

He chambers consisted of:

- 1 small cot

- 1 chest with some type of timer attached to the lock. she couldn’t open it no matter how hard she tried.

- 1 washroom. it was stocked with soaps and sweet smelling oils, it was easily the nicest part of her room (and her favorite).

- 2 pairs of pants

- 3 t-shirts

- 1 skirt

- 1 blouse? (she wasn’t 100% sure what it was. but it was fancy and pretty. she liked it very much!)

- 1 pair of boots

- 1 pair of sneakers

- a small assortment of undergarments and socks

- 1 sleepwear set

- 1 stuffed bear. that had no apparent use other than looking adorable

- 1 notebook

- 1 pencil

- 1 book with yellowing pages labeled (eternals guidebook and instruction manual. step by step, with pictures.)

She had been in her waiting room for roughly 4 weeks now.

And as much as she tried to deny the feeling and remain clutched onto her fears, she was dying to meet her fellow eternals.

She flipped through the pages of her book for what must have been the millionth time.

the page read:

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what are the three tasks every eternal must complete?

1. protect the celestials.

2. protect the machine.

3. correct excess deviation.

(followed by some weirdly detailed drawings depicting each task.)

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as an eternal, what can i do?

* all eternals can join the uni-mind

(see page 76 for more details)

* all eternals possess enhanced features such as:

- strength

- speed

- durability

- reflexes

- and more!

* all eternals as virtually immortal

(though death is still possible, see page 82 for more details)

* eternals may choose to specialize in particular powers and abilities!

(see page 102 for more information)

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Iris was half way through reading about the dangers of teleportation when she heard three loud bangs on her door.

She jumped up feeling panicked. It was the first noise she had heard in a month and the sudden racket rung like an avalanche through her brain.

BANG BANG BANG

Another three sounded.

She rushed toward the door and hesitated, there was no door knob. Did she even want to know what was banging on her door?

What if it was a deviant!! (Iris was still a bit unclear as to what they were, the pictures in her book were kinda smudged).

What if one of her fellow eternals had developed Mahd Wh’ryh early on and somehow managed to escape their room and was on their way to kill her-

BANG BANG-

Iris then heard a few voices muttering and scuffling noises.

“Um hello?”

She said. She was shocked that her voice didn’t crack, having not used it in…ever? No she must have used it at home, she just couldn’t remember ever speaking-

Iris’s thoughts were interrupted.

“Oh! Hello! Good you’re already awake. Are you decent? It’s time, Ajax sent us to fetch you.”

More shuffling.

“Oh wow, um yeah i’m ready i guess. Sorry my door doesn’t have a handle?”

Iris responded hesitantly.

“Oh don’t worry I’ve got it.”

Said another voice. This one was male.

“Here allow me!”

Said a new man. His announcement was immediately followed by,

BANG BANG BANG BANG-

The third voice sounded dramatic, sarcastic, and over the top. Iris liked him already.

“KINGO PLEASE STOP BANGING ON THE DOOR.”

The other man snapped at him.

“Kingo” snickered and Iris could hear him back up.

There was a few buzzes and clangs and suddenly, the door swung open.

Iris was faced with three figures.

A woman with black hair, a kind smile, and a curious glint in her eyes waved. It seemed as though she was trying to ignore one of the people behind her.

A tall man wearing glasses who was holding a box of tools was shooting a pointed look at the man next to him.

The last person, Kingo she assumed, was leaning against the wall across from her. He jerked his chin up in salute, trying very hard not to laugh. He had expertly styled hair and an air of liveliness surrounded him.

“Hello Iris.”

Kingo said is a mock-flirtatious accent. The other man rolled his eyes.

Iris’s face deceived her and she scrunched her nose up in confusion. Ajax was the only one who was suppose to know anything about you.

“Your names on the door, don’t worry that idiot can’t read your mind.”

The woman said reassuringly after seeing your expression.

“You’re no fun.”

Kingo grumbled and turned away, sulking down the hallway.

“I’m Sersi, this is Phastos, and that’s Kingo. Why don’t you come meet everyone? Gilgamesh is making pancakes, he’s a really fantastic cook!”

Said the woman.

Phastos gave her a warm smile before setting off in the same direction Kingo had gone.

Sersi extended her hand for Iris to shake.

She looked down. This was it.

Iris was terrified and hopelessly excited for what was about to happen.

As she looked at Sersi’s hand a million doubts filled her head. What if she was no good? What if they didn’t like her? What if they resented her for joining in so late?

Iris couldn’t help the fact that Arishem decided to recruit her. They’d already been together for nearly 2,000 years. What if her being there was throwing a wrench in everything!

What if-

Iris’s body (thankfully) acted out of its own accord and her hand shot forward. Gently grasping Sersi’s hand and shaking it.

She could worry about emotions later.

“I’m Iris.”

She said, a shy smile beginning to form.

Sersi laughed kindly.

“I know. Come on everyone is eager to meet you!”

She said and grasped Iris’s hand. Pulling her down the hallway excitedly.

Iris looked back at the doorway to her old room. She could see the pages of her guide book spread out on the top of her bed. The yellowing pages highlighted by the hallway light flooding her chambers. She could practically smell the sweet oils and feel her soft blanket.

The comforting items that had been her home for the past month. The room she’d grown to love, distancing itself from her. Yet strangely, she didn’t miss it.

As she walked down the hall and her room got further and further away, she found herself smiling with excitement.

With every step she took she could feel her hesitancy about existence being replaced with feelings of eagerness and determination.

Iris gave her the room one more look, silently biding it goodbye.

Then she turned,

and took her first few steps into existence.

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chapter two ->

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[qianinterprises]

WayV Reaction: to you calling him daddy for the first time

Warnings: SMUT!! Daddy kink (do not read if you are under age!!!!)

Word Count: 1k

Author’s Note: this is my first ever reaction, but I’m planning on doing more! I had a lot of fun!

Kun:

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His lips were wrapped around your clit, tongue rolling over it in slow, lazy motions that had your hips bucking off the bed.

"𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆!!"

You cried out, unable to take his torture any longer. As soon as the name left your lips, his tongue stopped moving and his lips detached from your clit. You slapped a hand over your mouth. You really had fucked up now.

“Say that again,” Kun’s voice was a low growl that had you trembling.

“Please fuck me daddy,” you whimpered, biting down hard on your bottom lip.

He didn’t respond. Not verbally anyways. Instead, he practically ripped the jeans from his body and crawled on the bed between your legs, lowering his face down to growl in your ear.

“That’s the only name that should leave your lips tonight.”

Ten:

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Ten knew he was driving you crazy as he kissed up one thigh and down the other, purposely avoiding your aching core that was already sopping wet after the teasing you’d been enduring. Sure, maybe you deserved it after stroking him through his pants while having dinner with the rest of WayV, but who wouldn’t be horny after watching the god of dance move on stage.

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚!" 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

His lips left your thigh and he smirked up at you.

“Have you learned your lesson princess?” He asked, the new nickname making your clit twitch.

You nodded, unable to find his words, but he tsked, moving closer to your core.

“I don’t think you have.”

He blew a gust of cool air against your core before going back to kissing your thighs as more whines left your lips.

WinWin:

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You didn’t know where it’d come from. Perhaps the countless hours spent feeding your daddy kink through fanfiction had finally caught up with you, but you were mortified as the words had left your lips.

"𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚?"

You’d been watching a movie, curled up in Sicheng’s side as the word slipped.

“Who daddy? Me daddy?” Your boyfriend asked, his face contorting in confusion.

You could feel heat creeping onto your face as you squirmed.

“I’m sorry daddy..”

Fuck! There the word was again!

You opened your mouth to apologize again when your body was suddenly pressed against the couch cushions.

“Damn right I’m daddy,” he growled, pressing his lips to yours.

Lucas:

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“I thought I told you to wait until we got home?" all the typical teasing of Yukhei's voice was gone, replaced with the stern, dominant tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Every fiber in your body screamed at you listen, to remove your hand from where it rested just below his crotch, but as your dripping core clenched around nothing, you placed your hand down on the bulge in his jeans. A hiss erupted from his throat, hips bucking against your hand as his face bore a hard glare.

"Just wait till we get home, Princess," he growled, voice hard and breathless.

He gripped your wrist probably harder than he meant to and flung it back to your own lap, returning both hands to the steering wheel, gripping it tightly.

"𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕٫ 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚!"

Your tone was sugary sweet, but you knew you were in for it. You'd been teasing Yukhei all day, and as the car immediately jerked off the road, you knew you wouldn't be able to walk right anytime soon.

Xiaojun:

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Your boyfriend, Dejun, was always adamant that he could be dominant. You didn't believe him, especially on days like these when he whined beneath you, your hips grinding slowly on his, stimulating the bulge in his sweats.

It didn't bother you that he was more submissive, even if he'd never admit it, although you wouldn't lie, you had fantasized about him completely dominating you quite a few times. More times than you'd care to admit.

You knew he tried. He just usually cracked under the pressure (sometimes literally), whining and begging for you to touch him.

Tonight, however, you decided to try something a little different, something his best friend, Kunhang, had somehow convinced you was a good idea.

You hips stilled, making him whine in protest, but you had other plans. Lowering yourself down on his chest, you pressed your lips close to his ear.

"Does daddy like it when his princess rides him?"

You licked the shell of his ear as the words left your lips.

You didn't expect anything to come of it. If anything, you expected a whiner Dejun, bucking against you. However, as your back suddenly pressed against the bed, arms pinned by your sides, you stared up at him with wide eyes as his innocent, needy expression hardened into a sinister smirk.

Hendery:

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Quiet moans left your lips as Kunhang's fingers scratched softly at your scalp, working the shampoo into your soaked hair as you leaned against his chest.

You should have known then that something was different as your boyfriend suddenly pressed himself closer to you as he guided your head under the water to wash away the shampoo. It was nearly impossible for the two of you to take showers together without them turning dirty, but as his fingers worked wonders on your scalp, your mind was far from sex.

"That feels so nice daddy," you whimpered, eyes closing as your body practically melted against him.

Maybe your mind wasn't as far from sex as you would have thought, because as the words left your mouth, your mind flooded with images of him holding you down and fucking into you while you cried out the new title you'd awarded him.

"That's fucking it," Kunhang hissed, shoving your body against the side of the shower, pinning you against the shower wall as he pressed his hardness against your core. "I'm gonna show you daddy, you fucking little tease."

You honestly hadn't been intending to tease him, but as his tip rubbed against your clit, another moan jolted from your lips and you were suddenly glad you'd been "teasing" him.

YangYang:

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Moans and whines flew from your lips as your underwear-clad core ground hard against your boyfriends clothed thigh.

"Oh fuck!" you whined as a muscle in his thigh clenched, stimulating your core more.

"You like that baby girl?" YangYang's voice voice invaded your thoughts.

He clenched his thigh again, lifting his leg slightly to press it harder against your core. You cried out at the added stimulation on your clit, your head nodding in response, too breathless to form words.

Suddenly, the pleasure stopped. His thigh moved away from your core and as you chased him, desperate for him.

"Use your words," his voice was stern as he caught your hips, stopping you from grinding down against him.

"I love it daddy!" you moaned out, the word loosing from your lips before you could stop it.

When YangYang didn't respond, you thought he was going to push you off of him, but as his thigh quickly met your core again, hands guiding your hips.

"That's right, baby girl, take what daddy gives you."

[scandinavianfairytale]

My baby takes on his devils...and mine

Pairing: Mob boss Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence (not against the reader), fighting, mentions of blood, fluff, romance & I think that's it. Let me know of I missed something 🙏😊

When she started dating Bucky she didn’t realize she’d enter into the belly of the beast. Or rather she’d become the girlfriend of the “beast”. She didn’t know who he was. He was just a hot guy, who was a secret sweetheart, she met at a coffee shop. He definitely didn't give her mob boss vibes... 

She adjusted to her new status and life quite quickly. There was something so powerful and flattering in being Bucky’s girl. Any and all her problems vanished with a snap of her fingers. She didn’t like to abuse her newfound power though...most of the time. There were a couple of incidents...like the one she was in right now. 

Bucky was intrigued by her from the moment he laid eyes on her. She wasn’t a drop-dead gorgeous type of a woman he usually associated with, but she was sweet and cute and with a hidden edge. He saw her several times in that little coffee shop. It was his go-to café as it was small, unknown and secluded. And then she waltzed in, always leaving a tip and a smile as she left. 

She found out about his real identity in a rather unpleasant way. He honestly planned on telling her in a very different way, that didn’t involve beating her ex to a bloody pulp. However, surprisingly, she handled it well. And after that, whenever she had a problem, he was more than happy to take care of it. Like he was doing right now. 

The man fell on the floor, blood spilling from his nose as he wailed like a wounded animal. The people in the restaurant let out gasps and screams of shocks. This was Chef’s Table after all...no one was expecting a brawl at one of NYC’s prestigious restaurants. 

Bucky glanced at the fallen chef and smirked as he spewed curses at him. 

“You really don’t need to do this, Bucky.” she smiled and leaned on her hand as she watched her boyfriend smirk and bring all hell on the poor man that still hasn’t wrapped his head around what was happening. 

“Anything for you, Dollface.” Bucky winked and grabbed the chef by his collar, standing him up and dusting him off. 

“Now, you’re going to apologize to the lovely woman sitting here.” he gestured to the woman in the black dress. 

“I don’t even kno- Wait you’re that bitch that sent-” The chef was slammed on the table, his face inches away from her. 

“I must’ve trouble hearing, because that didn’t sound like an apology. Let’s try this again.” Bucky growled and held on to the chef’s neck, pinning him down on the surface of the table, squeezing his neck a bit harder. 

“I’m sorry! Okay, I’m sorry!” the chef panicked. She nodded her head happily, satisfied with the apology. Bucky lifted him up and a smile spread through his face. 

“She might be happy with the half-assed apology...but I’m not.” 

Bucky’s men closed off the door of the restaurant and everyone still inside panicked, abruptly standing from their stools and looked for the exit as Bucky started beating the chef. 

While everyone around her watched in horror at the scene unfolding in front of them, she watched in adoration. She never knew a love as strong as the one she felt for Bucky. There was something carnal about the way he showed her he loved her. While this incident didn't deserve such a response, Bucky was adamant - no one disrespects his queen. And if someone does...well, they have to pay.

He smoothed his hair and wiped his bloody knuckles and specs of blood from his face and sat down opposite of her. He grabbed his wine glass and clincked it with hers.

"Happy anniversary, Doll. I love you." Bucky smiled and leaned forward to kiss her.

"I love you too, baby." She smiled and wiped the missed drop of blood from his cheekbone. He took a quick sip before standing up again.

"Where are my manners? Everyone, excuse me for this little show, everyone's dinner is on me. Order anything you want." He loudly announced and whistled to his men to take away the unconscious chef.

"I was thinking we could try out the chef's special? I'm in the mood for steak." Bucky said as he closed the menu and extended his arm over the table, to clasp hers.

Yeah...I'm not sure what to tell you 😅 I saw the video for The Business by Tiesto & have been obsessed with the song My baby by Susan O'Neill and Mick Flannery 💙 and this happened 🙈

P.S: The GIF is not mine - belongs to the amazing creator 🙏😊

[kudouusagi]

SK8 audio commentary notes ep 1

These are a few things I found interesting in the commentary for episode 1:

The voice actors start by asking Ookouchi how the anime came to be but Ookouchi says he came in when it was already being planned so then the producer, Uryuu, says that it started with Utsumi. Uryuu says that she fell in love with Utsumi while they were making another work (banana fish) and so she asked Utsumi what she wanted to make and said they should try making an original anime together. They talked to Bones about making an original anime and they agreed.

When Ookouchi joined they had already decided to make an anime about skateboarding with dangerous races in it. They decided that if they were doing an anime about skateboarding they needed to get people who didn't know anything about skateboarding into it and the easiest way to do that was with races. So they had just come up with the basic idea for the S and so they brought Ookouchi in to start talking about the story and how the races would be dangerous.

Uryuu mentions that the uniform that Langa wears in the first episode is the only time you see it. She says it's the uniform from his school in Canada.

To begin with they just wrote Shadow to be a random bad guy in the first ep but Ookouchi decided to write more for him and so he became an important character in the series. Shadow is also popular with all of the animators. Tasuku says that he would hate drawing him if he were an animator but Uryuu says that since they don't have to make him pretty they think he's fun. Tatsuku says that he remembers Utsumi saying something like "For pretty characters... their faces are too cool" meaning that characters like Langa only have blank faces etc and so they don't have weird facial expressions like Shadow.

They decided to make Joe make Italian food because on their location hunt trip they found the store to base the looks off of and decided to make it have the same food.

The Olympic snowboarder Hirano Ayumu (https://hanako.tokyo/column/locker-room/208494/) worked with the creators to make Langa. Hirano he has been skateboarding and snowboarding a long time but he started training in skateboarding to compete in skateboarding in the Olympics also.

The voice actors say that Koyasu had a lot of fun voicing ADAM. They're happy that even the veteran voice actors had a lot of fun making this series.

Uryuu says that the last scene is a very Utusmi like scene. In every series that Utsumi has made there has been a character that jumps over another character and has that character reflected in the other character's eyes.

[alpacaparkaseok]

The Pact - Date #7

Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS

Word Count: 7.2k

Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?

Warnings: a bit of talking down on yourself, the confusion continues, general fluff with a touch of angst 

a/n: this is the final date. guys...how is this going by so fast?? please let me know your thoughts on the date, on everything else overall...and I’ll see you soon? Next Saturday is the finale!

Date #7

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Note from the creator of this stupid idea:

I loved her first.

 “Who do you think it was? Any ideas?”

           “I…” you shrug. “No?”

           Gina arches a brow, staring you down from across your kitchen table. “So, that was a lie.”

           You can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up from your chest, Gina also chuckling. It’s a relief, the fact that she doesn’t hesitate to call you out. You’re grateful that you finagled her number from Jin, shooting him a text that looked a lot like this:

Me: Burn this after reading

Me: We can’t have any evidence !!

Kim Seokjinnie: ok, hi. I’m not burning my phone weirdo. I’ll just keep it away from Jungkook. What’s up??

Me: Hi. You know what I meant.

Me: Can you give me Gina’s number?

Kim Seokjinnie: Sure, I’ll send you the contact in a second. You two gonna hang out or something?

Me: Hopefully…do you think it’s weird if I just ask her out of the blue? Will she not wanna come?

Kim Seokjinnie: Nah, she’s pretty chill. I bet she’ll come

Kim Seokjinnie: *Kim Seokjinnie shared a contact with you*

Kim Seokjinnie: do you need anything before I burn my phone?

Me: no, thank you!! I owe you one. I’m short on friends rn, hopefully she’ll come over

Kim Seokjinnie: I’m sorry  miss you. We’ll all get to hang out once this is all over, I promise.

“Yah! I really don’t know. I mean they’ve all be so…”

“So what?”

You sigh, sounding like some kid in a dreamy teen movie. “Perfect?”

“There’s no such thing,” Gina huffs, leaning back in her chair. It’s a bit rickety, you’d found it at a yard sale with Namjoon and Jimin. You had just moved into your apartment, and realized that you were a little low on furniture. Together, you’d managed to find three mismatching chairs that made you grin each time you saw them.

It was a little odd at the time, you didn’t want to buy three chairs. Two seemed like plenty. They convinced you though, and looking back you understand why they were so adamant.

Wasn’t it rule #3? “Limit one-on-one interaction”? Three chairs made it so that there was always space for at least two of them.

Suddenly you look at the most average things in your house with different eyes.

Groaning, you rub your hands over your face. You’ve probably smudged your makeup, but you don’t care. It’s Friday night, you can do whatever you want.

“Unfortunately, I really think that there might be.” You let out a dry chuckle. “Seven dates with the world’s most perfect men. I knew I was screwed from the beginning, but this, I mean, I didn’t expect it to go this far.”

“On the bright side, you only have one more to go.” Gina gets up, stretching before moving to put her plate in the sink. She’d picked up some takeout on her way to your house, proving to you that you two are going to be friends for a long, long time.

“I’m terrified because of that. What happens after tomorrow’s date? I know it’s up to me, but I feel like I’m waiting for someone to come tell me the next step.”

Gina hums in agreement, shooting you an apologetic look. “Maybe I shouldn’t have pointed out how flirty they were at the haunted house. You never would have gotten into this mess.”

“No,” you wave her off. “It’s not your fault. Jungkook let it slip anyway, after the door closed on us in the basement. Ugh, I still get freaked out thinking about that. Has that happened since?”

Gina pauses over the sink, back turned to you as she runs her plate under the hot water. After a moment she shuts it off, turning around to wipe her hands off on a dish towel before leaning up against the counter.

“Erm…”

Your stomach drops. “What.”

“It’s just…” she crosses her arms and uncrosses them, unsure of what to do with her hands. “The door is connected to a little button on every employee’s key fob. You know, just for some extra scare factor.”

You meet her sheepish gaze with a blank stare. “So you’re telling me…”

“It’s just a part of the tour,” Gina shrugs. “Wait, what happened? He told you about the pact when the door closed? That’s…that’s honestly not the most romantic setting-”

“No no, we had a little moment after the door closed, and we almost kissed. But he stopped himself and said the I didn’t have to worry about him making a move. When we got out, I asked him why, and that’s when he mentioned the pact.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

“So tomorrow is the last date, correct?”

           “Yup.”

           “Look,” Gina notices your worried expression. “Do yourself a favor. Let go. Don’t waste tomorrow thinking about what’s gonna happen next. Focus on the moment, ok? Then how about we get together next week sometime to talk everything over? If you feel like that might help, that is.”

           You definitely made the right choice in inviting Gina over. You can already feel your stress levels going down.

           “Ok.”

           You’re up early the next morning, earlier than you’d like. You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting on your sofa, basking in the golden morning sun and watching the little dust motes float in the air, but it’s certainly been a while.

           For once, it’s quiet in your mind. You’re not sure why now, why today. There’s no doubt you’ll be your typical bumbling mess once Yoongi picks you up, but for now all is peaceful.

           It’s the last date. Somehow, despite how much you’ve enjoyed these little escapades, you feel relief at the thought. Knowing that you’ve made it nearly to the end without doing anything remarkably stupid (you’re still mortified that you and Jimin got kicked out of that basilica but oh well), and now you’re so close.  

           For now, you slide your worries under the rug, to be left there for the weekend. You curl your legs under you and lean your head back against the cushions to drink in the sunlight. It warms your skin, leaving you feeling even better than before.

           Yoongi is supposed to be here around four. Jungkook had sent you a quick text earlier in the week checking that you didn’t have any plans for Saturday afternoon and night. You didn’t bother to tell him that you always had all day open for them.

           While the exchange had been short, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was blushing just as much as you when his contact popped up on your screen. In an instant you were plunged into the memory of clinging to him just outside your front door, Jungkook’s shaky breaths the only thing keeping you planted in reality.

           Either way, it was safe to say that you were a blushing mess despite the simplicity of the text. He kept it strictly professional, not once alluding to the events of last Saturday. But you could still hear those words he uttered when he asked if you ever thought about what might have happened if he’d kissed you in the haunted house when he had the chance.

           “I do. Every day.”

           Of course you thought about it. You let out an amused huff on the couch, laughing to yourself. Who wouldn’t? But the only thing was the fact that you were thinking about a lot of things. Not just Jungkook.

           Or his lips, for that matter.

           The couch rustles as you get up, deciding to change out of your red sweatshirt for a green one. You’d been instructed to dress warm, which made you wonder what was planned for today. Outside everything looks warm and pleasant, certainly no need for anything too heavy.

           By the time afternoon rolls around, you’re tempted to call up Gina for a late lunch or something. To say you’re antsy is an understatement; you’re positively losing it. The clock on the wall has decided to try its hand at stopping time altogether, and you think it’s doing a pretty good job of it. Every time you glace over, seemingly no time has passed.

           This time, you really start to wonder if no time has passed. You swear it’s been stuck at 3 o’clock for a while-

           The sound of someone knocking on your door has you nearly tipping over from where you perch trying to grab the clock.

           For some stupid reason, you’re frozen to your spot at the far end of your living room. Holding the clock in your hands, you jump a little as a second tentative knock sounds.

           To your utter mortification, your mouth opens and you yell out, “Come in!”

           You’re still frozen in place when the door opens and Yoongi pokes his head in. His eyes immediately land on you, a sheepish smile that he has a hard time containing immediately breaking out.

           “You’re not planning on throwing that at me, right?” He asks, making you glare down at the clock you cling to.

           “Oh.” Your knuckles have turned white, and somehow your heart has decided to try its hand at sprinting a marathon. “No. I- it’s broken. I think.”

           Yoongi shuffles inside, closing the door gently behind him before wandering over to you. His pale complexion makes the pink on his cheeks easy to spot. Somehow the fact that he’s blushing makes you blush.

           “Do you have batteries around here?” He asks quietly, hiding his amusement.

           “Maybe in the kitchen?” You brush past him, handing off the clock. “Would you mind getting the old batteries out?”

           He mumbles out a sure, plopping down on your sofa while he gets to work on the clock. He’s wearing a similar outfit to you, which makes you smile. It’s not very often these days that he sports a bandana and you wonder if he somehow knew that you love the way he looks in it. His hair looks particularly fluffy as it kisses his forehead, the dark bandana giving him an air of coolness you know you could never pull off.

           Rummaging around your kitchen drawers, you pause when you realize what you’re doing. Are you stalling? What’s the rush to fix a clock when you have Min Yoongi in the other room waiting to take you out?

           Closing the drawer, you take a deep breath and shake your head.

           “Sorry Yoongi,” you call out, trudging back into the living room. “I’m an idiot.”

           He looks at you over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What’s your reasoning?”

           “Ouch.”

           Yoongi chuckles, setting the clock down on the coffee table before getting to his feet. “Wow, is it just me or…”

           You wince. “This got off to a bad start, huh.”

           “Yeah.”

           Looking at each other from across the room, you realize just how much you’ve missed him. His witty sarcastic remarks, his honesty.

           Him.

           “Can we start over? Go knock on the door again.”

           Yoongi’s already on his way, huffing out a laugh as he steps outside. “Alright, see you in a second.” The door clicks shut behind him, and you’re suddenly left with the silence of your house.

           As Yoongi timidly knocks on the door, the same sense of calm you experienced this morning settles over you.

           The seventh date. No more guessing who’s on the other side of the door, no more anxious glances in the mirror to check that everything looks flawless. It’s just you, Yoongi, and the door between you.

           There’s already a smile on your face as you open that door, finding Yoongi standing with his hands in his pocket. He returns your grin, feeling like a fellow conspirator in a heist that has yet to be planned.

           “I’m here,” he announces, then adds with a chuckle, “finally.”

           “Took you long enough,” you tease, reaching out to grab his jacket and pull him inside. He feigns a horrified expression at your flirty nature, but you just roll your eyes. You’re not sure who wraps their arms around the other first, but the next thing you know, you’re wrapped up in a tight embrace.

           I missed you, is what you want to say, but the words get caught in your throat. The lump that’s formed there only grows thicker with emotion as Yoongi’s gravelly voice rumbles against your hair.

           “How’re you holding up?”

           Your arms fall around his waist, ever aware of his shoulder. Even though he says he’s completely healed now, you aren’t taking any chances. It’s quiet for a long moment as you struggle to find an answer.

           “I…fine. I’m fine.” You pull away and arch an eyebrow at him, pleased to see that is cheeks are still rosy despite the serious look in his eye. “How are you holding up?”

           He lets out a breathy laugh, dropping your gaze. “Fine.” Then, when he catches your disbelieving stare, he states as innocently as possible, “What? Aren’t we lying to each other tonight?”

           “You suck.”

           “See!” He exclaims as you step out of his grasp to grab your things. “You always do that when you’ve been caught in a lie!”

           “Ugh, yah! I wasn’t lying,” you turn around to face him, walking backward toward your room. “I’m fine, really.”

           He shrugs. “And so am I.”

           You stifle your laughter as you enter your room, grabbing your things and wondering if you should grab a coat. “Do I really need a coat?” You call down the hall.

           “Yes!”

           Pursing your lips, you snatch the puffy monstrosity from your closet before turning to head out. Double checking that you have everything you need; your eyes can’t help but glance at the item sitting atop your dresser.

           You stick your tongue out at it. A few seconds later it’s tucked safely away in your top drawer and you’re heading out into the hallway. Your stomach does an uneasy flip as you recall the words that are practically burned in the backs of your eyelids now.

           I loved her first.

           Yoongi gets up from off the couch, waiting for you beside the door. His dark eyes survey you as you walk toward him. “Good to go?” He asks quietly. Clutching your coat a little tighter to your chest, you nod.

           The two of you head out, locking up your apartment and settling in the car that Yoongi drove over. Before long, you’re out on the highway, speeding toward your destination.

           Which, you’ve just realized, is still a mystery to you.

           “Sooo…” You begin, smiling lazily at Yoongi. You take a moment to admire his hands that are wrapped around the steering wheel. “Where are we going?”

           A smile tugs at his lips, but he manages to contain it as he adopts a serious expression. He glances over at you. “We’re going to see the sea.”

           “We’re…” you stutter, furrowing your brows. “We’re going to see the sea?”

           A breathy chuckle escapes him. “Yeah. But it’s a long drive, so are you down to listen to a murder-mystery with me?”

           “YES.”

            You’re still pretty sure that it was the nosy maid that did it by the time you arrive at your destination. Two hours, one murder-mystery short audiobook, and several snacks later, the sun is well on its way to the horizon when Yoongi pulls off to a sandy parking lot filled to the brim with cars.

           There’s tons of people mulling about, several of them appear to be young families who smile fondly as their children laugh and play in the sand. There’s a couple of food-trucks that have popped up on the beach, which sport long lines. Yoongi observes them woefully, seeming to come to some sort of understanding with himself before moving to get out of the car.

           “Woah, what’s with all the people? Is this beach always this busy?”

           It’s a beach you’ve never been to before, the pristine sand glowing as the sun makes its way across the sky.

           “Today’s a special occasion,” Yoongi explains, popping the trunk and rummaging around. “We should probably pick out a spot now before all the good ones are taken.”

           You come around to the back of the car to meet him, taking the blanket he extends out to you. Leaving your big coat in the backseat, you hope he doesn’t scold you and tell you to put it on. Right now it’s windy, but fairly warm. No need to look like a living marshmallow just yet.

           Before you can inquire after what the special occasion is, Yoongi passes you a couple of water bottles and begins rattling off instructions.

           “How about I jump in line to buy us some dinner,” the way he says it so casually has your heart skipping a beat for some reason, “and you head down the beach to scout out a decent spot?”

           “But what kind of spot do you mean? Is there a show or something?”

           Yoongi pauses, closing the trunk and running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, something like that. A show. Just find a spot that you like, I’ll come find you with our food, ok?”

           “Ay ay, captain.” You trudge away, hoisting the blanket up higher in your arms as you begin to look for an empty space. The immediate surrounding beach area appears to be pretty packed, which has you marching farther and farther away from the parking lot.

           You grin as a couple of children race past you, giggling as they fly their kites. It’s looks like it’s a little boy and with his younger sister, trying their best to keep their kites afloat in wind. Waving at them, your smile only grows as the boy sheepishly turns away and the girl cheerfully waves back.

           It feels like you walk for years before finding a clearing. You were definitely looking for a semi-secluded spot, not too keen on spending your long-awaited date with Yoongi surrounded by strangers. It doesn’t even occur to you to ask someone what the big deal is about today before you’re laying the blanket out. Not wanting to leave anything unattended just for it to blow away, you decide to just be patient until Yoongi finds you.

           The sand is warm beneath the blanket as you plop down, resting with your face turned toward the sun as you let out a content sigh. Despite the chill of the wind, the sun warms you right up.

           “Why are you alone?”

           Peeking one eye open at the little voice, you’re delighted to see the same little girl from earlier standing a little ways away. She watches you with a meek expression, her kite forgotten at her feet.

           “Oh, I’m not alone,” you explain. “I’m just waiting for my friend to come find me. He went to go get food.”

           “Oh.” The young girl shuffles her feet. “My mommy says that I need to get all my wiggles out before the show.”

           You chuckle. “Really? What show are we watching tonight? Is it Disney?” That would certainly make sense for all of the young families here tonight. Did Yoongi bring you to a beach-front outdoor movie?

           “No, silly!” The girl giggles at your questions. “The sky’s coming to say hello!”

           “What?”

           “That’s what my mommy said. She said, ‘Young-mi get your wiggles out, the sky is coming to say hello soon!’”

           You blink, a little amused by Young-mi’s earnest response. “I see…I didn’t know that the sky was coming to say hello tonight.”

           “Then why are you here?”

           “Oh,” you crane your neck toward the parking lot, but it’s too far away to see Yoongi. “My friend brought me, as a surprise.”

           “Wow,” Young-mi utters in a reverent tone. “Can I meet your friend?”

           “I don’t see why not.”

           With a gleeful shout, Young-mi takes off running, her kite skipping along the ground behind her. She runs toward her family, her mother grinning at the sight before reaching out to pull her into her arms. You watch on with a forgotten smile, wondering for a split second what that would be like.

           If you squint, that could be Yoongi sitting beside Young-mi’s mother, throwing his head back with laughter at something his daughter says to him. Their son crouches in the sand nearby, digging around as though searching for gold.

           Laying down with a soft sigh, you close your eyes and let the little daydream take over. Here, at the beach. Telling your children that this is where you had your first date; laughing as they make disgusted faces when Yoongi plants a loud kiss on your cheek-

           “Did the nosy maid get to you?”

           Yoongi stands above you with arms laden with food. He blocks out the sun, the rays coming around to make him appear like an angel. Judging from the delicious smells radiating from the food he carries, you think he actually might be.

           “Ah, so you agree that you think it was her that murdered Duke Rittington?” Your voice sounds a little croaky, a testament to the fact that you were just dozing a moment ago. Leaning up to ease some of the food from his arms, Yoongi snorts.

           “No. It was obviously the son. Why can’t you see it?”

           Rolling your eyes, you pat a spot next to you on the blankets. Yoongi takes the seat without hesitation. “Because, the son seems like too easy of a suspect. Whereas the maid-”

           The screams of Young-mi as she rushes toward you cut you off. “You have a boyfriend?!”

           “Oh, no.”

           Yoongi leans over, still busy arranging the bags of food – is that a cheeseburger you see? – around the blanket. “Who’s that?” He mumbles.

           “I, uh, made a friend while you were grabbing food,” you explain with a small smile.

           Now Young-mi reaches your blanket, dropping to her knees as she gazes up at Yoongi with wide, innocent eyes. “Hi, my name is Young-mi and I’m four years old. I’m the second tallest in my class.” Young-mi prattles off information, her large eyes never once leaving Yoongi’s face. “Are you her boyfriend? I hope you’re her boyfriend.”

           Yoongi lets out a startled laugh. “You do? Why’s that?”

           “You’re so pretty.”

           Now both of you burst out laughing, Young-mi looking utterly confused at your outburst. Yoongi covers his face with his hands, shaking his head.

           “What? What’s so funny?” Young-mi questions.

           You grin at her. “You think he’s pretty?” The little girl nods enthusiastically. “I do too.”

           Yoongi peers over at you at this comment, an unasked question in his eyes. The pink in his cheeks has intensified, as has your own blush.

           “Aren’t I supposed to be the one complementing you?” He asks under his breath. You shrug.

           “You brought food, so now we’re even.”

           Young-mi lingers a little while longer, asking a few questions and drawing in the sand. Munching down on your cheeseburger, you eye Young-mi’s kite.

           “Do you mind if I try to fly your kite for a second?” The question is out of your mouth before you can fully process it, but Young-mi looks up at you excitedly.

           “Yes!!” She squeals, immediately dragging the little handle over to you. “You have to run really fast, that’s what my mommy told me. Then it’ll fly!”

           Glancing back at Yoongi as you clamber to your feet, you don’t miss the fond smile he wears as he watches the interaction take place. You wave at him, heading off down the beach with Young-mi. Once you’ve walked far enough, you wink down at her.

           “Ok, you run on ahead and I’ll catch up in a few seconds.”

           The girl wastes no time running off, her laughter making you feel lighter than you have in weeks. Once she’s far enough off, you take off after her. She heads straight toward her family, who smile at you as you attempt to get the kite off the ground.

           Sand flies up behind you as you race, and you catch a glimpse of Yoongi with his phone out, recording you with a wide smile on his face. The sun has hit the horizon now, a dizzying array of colors sending your mind into a joyful frenzy. Up ahead, Young-mi has successfully made it to her family and is waiting for you to catch up. She jumps up and down as the kite soars above you, the little pinwheels attached to it spinning around in the wind.

           A bit more energy overtakes you, and you sprint the last few yards toward Young-mi, unable to stop the laugh that jumps out of you. You feel so free, here on the beach. It’s almost like you’re up there flying with the kite-

           “Wait!”

           Someone shouts it, you’re not exactly sure who, but by the time the plea registers in your ears, it’s too late. Foot catching in the hole that Young-mi’s brother had been digging earlier, you feel a twist of pain before tumbling to the ground.

           You cry out, barely managing to catch yourself before faceplanting it. The handle from Young-mi’s kite digs painfully into your hand, but that’s the least of your problems at the moment.

           Young-mi’s family rushes over to you, but before they reach you Yoongi is dropping to your side.

           “Oh,” you pant, “hi Yoongs.”

           “Are you alright?” He’s also panting, and you wonder if he had begun running after you before you even fell, foreseeing your path. “Your foot…”

           “I am so sorry!” Young-mi’s mother stoops down on your other side, her husband right behind her. “We completely forgot that Doyun even dug that hole! Can you move? Are you in pain?”

           From where you’re laying belly-down on the sand, you can’t help but feel the burn of embarrassment in your cheeks. “I…move? Yeah, I can – ah never mind.” You wince as you attempt to get to your feet only for the dull ache in your right foot to flare up to a fiery red pain. Yoongi immediately reaches out for you, unsure of what to do. His hands ghost over your leg, but retract when you hiss in pain.

           “Here, my husband-” Young-mi’s mother points over her shoulder to the man in question. “He’s a nurse. Honey, could you…?”

           “Do you mind if I take a look at your ankle?” The man asks in a gentle voice. “Just to make sure nothing’s broken.”

           With a nod, you allow both him and Yoongi to help you swivel around to sit the correct way, the blush you already have deepening even more when Yoongi takes up a spot at your back. He gently pushes your shoulders back until you’re leaning into his chest, his arms coming to wrap around you in a protective manner.

           When you wince as the man delicately presses down on your already swollen ankle, Yoongi begins talking.

           “So, is it just me, or has this entire night been a disaster?”

           You let out a choked laugh. “No, Yoongs. Well, maybe it has, but it’s all my fault. I can’t believe I fell, how embarrassing…”

           “Oh, are you two out on a date? Er, sorry for prying…”

           Both you and Yoongi awkwardly chuckle. “No, no…um, yeah. We are.”

           “It’s our first date, actually,” Yoongi adds as an afterthought.

           “How exciting! Honey, it’s their first date, did you hear that?”

           The man currently inspecting your ankle spares the two of you a kindly glance. “Good for you two. You make a good looking couple.”

           “But I swear I’ve seen you before,” the mother comments, squinting at Yoongi. “Where do I know you from…”

           You can feel Yoongi tense up behind you, but he doesn’t say anything yet. Instead he takes to finding your hands (which you’ve slipped into your sweatshirt pocket to avoid accidentally punching the man poking and prodding at your foot), eventually curling his hands around yours and steadily unclenching your fists.

           “Oh! I know it! Do you do commercials?”

           Yoongi lets out an audible sigh of relief, which makes you smile for half a second before a particularly hard prod at your ankle sends you into a tailspin.

           “Yeah, I’ve done a few commercials.”

           “I knew it. How’s it looking, honey?”

           Her husband sits back on his heels, giving you a nod. “Nothing appears to be broken, you just twisted it pretty good. Babe, grab that icepack out of the cooler. You should keep ice on it for a while to counter the swelling.”

           A second later you’re handing a little bag of ice. “I don’t wanna take your ice,” you comment lamely. Yoongi chuckles in your ear, pulling back from you and standing.

           “It’s just a disposable pack we used for the cooler,” the mother explains, waving off your concern. “No need to worry. We’ve got plenty more. Now, go enjoy your date!”

           “Yeah, try your best to have fun. And keep ice on that, on and off for the next couple of days. It shouldn’t give you too much trouble after that.” With a wink toward Yoongi, your temporary nurse gives him a little nudge. “You seem like a good man. I think you’re in good hands here, miss.”

           Young-mi bids you a mournful goodbye as you limp away with Yoongi, quickly coming to find that sand isn’t the kindest to people hopping around on one leg. You’ve made it all of four hops while clinging to Yoongi before he stops.

           “Hop on my back,” he commands, stepping directly in front of you.

           You blanch. “But Yoongi…your shoulder.”

           “It’s fine. Just hop on. You don’t need to limp all the way back to where we’re sitting.” When you hesitate another moment, he looks back at you over his shoulder, his dark eyes sparking in the sunset. “Jagiya.”

           Well, the man puts up a convincing argument.

           Yoongi crouches down so you don’t have to jump, and with a bit of careful maneuvering you manage to hop onto his back. His hands grip your thighs, hoisting you up a bit higher which makes you gasp a little. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, careful to avoid putting too much pressure on shoulder.

           Setting off toward your abandoned blanket and food, you can’t help but feel a rise of disappointment in your chest.

           “Yoongi?” You mumble, almost sounding like an embarrassed child.

           “Hmm?”

           Hiding your face in the back of his neck, you groan. “I’m sorry.”

           Yoongi’s steps falter before he continues on, confusion evident in his tone. “Sorry? For what?”

           The calm that you felt earlier has completely shattered at this point, and you grit your teeth against the pain in your ankle and the onslaught of emotions that surface. What happened to picture perfect? Why couldn’t you focus?

           Other than sitting in the car together, you feel as though you’ve hardly touched base with Yoongi. You haven’t seen the man in nearly two months, and yet here you are distracted as ever. Distracted with your dumb broke clock, distracted with the audiobook, distracted with a kite.

           Yoongi stops in his tracks as he feels hot tears against his neck. “Jagiya?”

           “I- I’m so sorry, Yoongi,” you blubber. “I’m an idiot! I c-can’t focus on anything tonight and…and now I’ve made everything fall apart by going and getting h-hurt…Yoongi, it hurts so bad. A-and now I’m complaining, which is making everything worse!”

           You’re surprised when Yoongi doesn’t say a single thing, instead picking up where he left off as he trudges on toward the blanket. In response to his silence, you continue in your repentant monologue.

           “And you waited in line to get us fooood,” you bite down on your lip as you fight the urge to wail. “It’s probably c-cold now, and you waited for s-so long to get it…I feel like such a bad person…if you don’t wanna continue the date, I u-understand. I promise I won’t tell anyone if you want! J-just, I’m so sorry, Yoongi. I’ve completely ruined this, and you drove t-two hours to get me here….” You’ve reached the blanket now, Yoongi gently sets you down, and you hobble on one foot as you half-expect him to grab his keys and set off toward the car. “I just can’t think straight because I read that stupid pact and-”

           “Woah, back up.”

           Swiveling around to face you, Yoongi has a frown etched into his face. It makes you want to turn and run, to crawl into a cave to die from embarrassment, but it’s the fact that you can barely manage to stand on one foot at the moment – let alone run – that has you standing still.

           “You read the pact?” You blink, hopping a little. When Yoongi sees your struggle he reaches out to you, steadying you. “Here, let’s sit.”

           “W-we’re staying?”

           Yoongi gazes down at you, the look in his eyes turning unspeakable soft. “Yes, jagiya. Unless you aren’t feeling up to it anymore?” He looks as though the thought of leaving now pains him, but he waits patiently for your answer.

           “I wanna stay.”

           “Good. Now, what’s this about you reading the pact?”

           Having successfully turned into a sniffling mess, you wipe away your tears with an angry swipe. It’s time to come clean.

           “I found a copy in Jin’s room-”

           “What were you doing in Jin’s room?!” Yoongi whispers frantically, growing more concerned by the second. You wave him off.

           “-and I took it! I knew I shouldn’t, but I just wanted to know, you know? So I stole it but that was stupid because then I saw that thing on the back…the little note.” Your words trail off, unable to even say the word lovewhen Yoongi’s looking at you like he’s unsure of whether he wants to laugh or cry.

           “The little…note?”

           “Yeah, you know…” You shake your head, moving on. “And since I saw that, I’ve been a mess. Like, an actual mess. I finally called Gina help just to get some help, I needed someone to talk to because you know, I can’t talk to you guys right now which is stupid. But I’m still so lost and I screwed everything up and my ankle hurts Min Yoongi!”

           You’ve stunned yourself into silence with your outburst, Yoongi across from you looks a bit lost himself as he sits back on his heels. It’s clear the moment he comes to a realization.

           “The note.”

           It’s all you can do to breathe normally and not burst out into tears again. Yoongi’s expression turns mournful when he sees you.

           “Oh, jagiya…” leaning forward, Yoongi somehow manages to pull you into his lap. Wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head close to his chest, Yoongi pulls you in as close as he can. He sways gently back and forth, a hand coming up to cup your cheek to make you look at him.

           You do so begrudgingly, feeling like nothing more than a large child. However, the moment you meet his eyes, it hits you like a lightning strike.

           “Do you remember,” he begins quietly, “that time when your final paper accidentally got deleted? All you had left to do on it was add the reference page. You were distraught, remember?”

           Of course you do. It’s the stuff of nightmares. Countless hours spent laboring over a final essay for a class you loathed, only to make a stupid mistake and delete it all. All of it, all nineteen pages were gone in a blink. Your hard work along with it.

           “I remember you called me, a sobbing mess. Obviously I thought you’d hurt yourself, the way you were crying about killed me.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, leaving you completely enraptured in his spell as he continues speaking. “I fought with Namjoon because I needed to go see you, but we had a schedule. It was an interview, I don’t even remember for what or with whom, but I was so angry. I seriously thought I was gonna punch him. Then I remembered he goes to the gym a lot more than me, so I didn’t.”

           He manages to make you crack a small grin at that. The sight spurs him on. “But I’ll never forget the sight I saw when I finally made it out to your house later that night. It was like what, two in the morning? No one knew I was even going over, which obviously I did on purpose. I didn’t want to get into another argument. When I walked in your apartment, you were sat at the kitchen table. Remember?”

           The memory is vague, tinged with exhaustion and disappointment, but it’s there. You’d set up camp at your kitchen table all day, missing all other appointments just to try to rewrite your paper. You were half delirious at that point, staring at the screen seemed equal to burning at the stake.

           “I’ve never seen you look more exhausted in my entire life,” Yoongi chuckles. “I remember I was ready to write the paper for you, I was so sad for you. But when I made it over there, I was floored to see that you’d already written it. Not only that, but you’d written twenty-seven pages. Twenty-seven! Who does that?!” He shakes his head at you, looking absolutely shocked.

           “When I asked you why you would do that, you just shrugged and said, ‘why not reach for the stars?’ Then you submitted it, stood up, walked over to me and gave me a hug before going straight to bed. I was so shocked that I just stood there for ages, trying to fathom what had just happened.”

           Yoongi sighs, glancing up at the night sky. You admire his jawline from this angle, nuzzling in a little closer to him for warmth. He notices that you didn’t bring your coat out with you, giving you a playful glare before gently rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

           “Why did you tell me that?”

           You can feel his shrug. “You are more capable, more special than you will ever know. I’ve always kept that in my heart, over the years. Why not reach for the stars? Jagiya…”

           Yoongi shuffles a little bit before cupping your chin and pointing toward the horizon where the sun has slipped down. The night sky is becoming more visible by the second, a few stray stars winking down at you.

           “Look.” He points at a certain spot in the sky just in time for you to see a streak of breathtaking light.

           A falling star.

           In the span of a few minutes, you’re completely speechless as the sky continues to darken and your eyes are glued heavenward. Gradually, more and more falling stars dart across the sky, taking your breath away. As they continue, you recall Young-mi’s words. The sky is coming to say hello.

           Yoongi reaches for your hand, easily enveloping it while tracing the outline of your knuckles.

           “You,” Yoongi breathes out, sending tingles down your spine. “Are the stars I’ve been reaching for ever since that night.”

           Heart thundering against your ribs, you turn to look at him only to find his eyes also trained on the heavens. He speaks the words softly, almost to himself, but you still catch them.

           “You’re a star, all the way up there…and I’m all the way down here. Maybe all I’m meant to do is admire you from afar. But for tonight, just for a moment, I’ll hold you.” His eyes slide down to meet yours, glinting with pure starlight. Cold and beautiful. Hurtling toward you, burning up in your atmosphere and leaving you wondering what would happen if you let him in.

           If it would lead to utter destruction or the most beautiful thing you’ve ever witnessed.

           All words have escaped you at this moment in time, but you don’t feel the need to scramble for some sort of a response. Instead you settle for snuggling in a bit closer, allowing Yoongi to hold you a bit tighter.

           Tonight, he’ll hold you close to his chest while what will later be recorded as the most prominent meteor shower in recent history rains down above you. The dark night sky is set aflame with streaks of silver as falling stars graze the earth, sharing a sweet goodnight kiss as they hurtle through space. You marvel at the seemingly never-ending parade the night sky puts on, relishing the way Yoongi keeps your warm as he also marvels at the wonder above you.

           There’s no words that are exchanged for the entirety of the meteor shower, the only form of communication found in the patterns Yoongi traces out against the back of your hand and the way he gazes down at you from time to time. As though making sure you’re really there.

           It’s a long while before the meteor shower begins to fade, and it’s only when you hear Yoongi softly calling your name that you realized you’ve dozed off.

           “It’s over, jagiya,” he coos, brushing hair away from your eyes. “Let’s get you to the car, then you can sleep the rest of the way home.”

           Somehow you two manage to make it to the car, you yourself being much more coherent by then due to the sharp pains in your ankle. You realize that you two are some of the few people left at the beach, making you wonder when everyone else left.

           Your eyes are half-closed when Yoongi begins to drive away, your hand finding his atop the console.

           “You know you don’t need to worry about us, right?” Yoongi mumbles out, glancing over at you with a worried expression. “We’ll support whatever you decide to do. Remember what I said before? You’re the most capable person I know. You don’t need us, not really. Just…be happy.”

           You mumble out something incoherent, not completely realizing that he’s referring to the aftermath of the pact until you’re already asleep.

           The next thing you know, you’re parked in front of your apartment and Yoongi is grinning down at you from the passenger side door.

           “C’mon,” he urges, helping you out of the car. “Careful with the ankle.”

           “Mmm.”

           It takes a bit of careful maneuvering to get up the stairs to your apartment, but you manage to make it. Leaning up against the door, you fumble for your keys.

           Once you’ve found them, you hand them straight over to Yoongi. You’re far too tired to attempt unlocking your door at the moment. He laughs at your behavior, shooting you a proud gummy smile when he unlocks the door. You don’t even have to ask before he’s assisting you inside, helping you hobble to your room before turning to leave.

           “Thank you, Yoongi. For everything.”

           Yoongi smiles down at his shoes. “We’ll swing by tomorrow to check up on you if that’s ok?”

           We.

           Your stomach flips to remember that you’re over now with these dates. Now what-

           “Or just shoot me a text? I know that might be awkward if we all show up…”

           “Thank you. I’ll text you?” You sigh, running your hands over your face. “Yoongi, I…” You trail off, staring up at him from your bed as your mind and heart races. There’s just no words.

           With a soft smile, he leans down and pecks your nose. The innocent gesture has your ears turning red, which widens his grin.

           “I know.” He whispers back.

           And then he’s gone.

           And you’re left here, suddenly colder than ever.

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[hamphobicbasil]

Could u elaborate about the dsmp story being bad? Not a rabid/brain dead fan, just genuinely curious and I enjoy reading people's rants lolol

oh you dont know the floodgates you just opened

a few things:

1. despite not liking the creators of the dsmp anymore, I don't actually hate most of them. [the ones that are particularly unsavory fall outside of this of course] so all that I'm saying i truly mean in a critical sense towards the story, its also just all purely my opinion as someone who enjoys fictional and fantasy stories and who like criticizing works to see what it does well and what it doesn't do well

2. for clarification I'm going to use the c![name] to indicate when I'm talking about the characters. Don't get me wrong, I think its annoying too but its the only way I'm gonna be able to write this thing without getting something across the wrong way yknow?

3. I stopped watching the streams after November 16th, [save for one Techno one but I closed out after a particularly bad story beat lol] and so all information coming afterward is all second hand from either me seeing people on twt talk abt it or people dming me. All i really know is up to dream's imprisonment and some stuff past that.

4. This is mostly aimed towards the "main" story, so stuff abt the badlands, eggpire, and whatnot are briefly mentioned.

anyways uh, i'll try to be brief but also include enough information to get why i feel the way i do on some stuff across

A. Performances Alright obviously these people are all streamers, so obviously they might not be the best actors, and hell no one is even asking that of them. However, when you're telling a story that's based on the audio with the visuals kinda coming to a second, it's gotta be pretty strong. I will say, some of the best actors in my opinion are Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo. I would include Ranboo but I never watched any of his story bits or story streams so I can't say much. Wilbur and Tommy are excellent in selling their character's emotions and feelings, when I watch the stream I don't feel like I'm watching an rp but an actual thought-out story yknow? And one of my favorite Tubbo examples was in the Hog Hunt video whenever Techno attacked him, he sounded genuinely afraid and I believed everything his character was feeling.

However, unfortunately, not everyone is gonna be that good. And I'm gonna say it; Dream and Techno have to be the worst out of the entire cast. I understand Techno's whole character is this monotoned badass, however, when really emotional moments hit I feel like he never lets that fall, and a lot of intense moments just ring hollow. And I'm sorry but Dream's attempts at being intimidating leave me laughing whenever I watch them. It feels like he watched that one scene from The Marriage with Adam Driver and Scarlett Johannson and said "Oh this is what good acting looks like! Just yelling." His whole "I don't give a FUCK about Spirit!" speech isn't as great as people keep making it out to be. And whenever he tries to act coy when being a villain it feels like a guy reading the script for the first time, a bit like he's trying too hard. I have more problems with his character but his portrayal certainly doesn't help.

Everyone else is fine, and I don't feel strongly either way about a lot of them.

B. The "Lore" Okay first off, I can't be the only one who thinks it's silly that people are calling the dsmp's story "lore" when it's not, it's the fucking story. Lore indicates backstory to either the world or the characters, which a lot of the streams don't really pertain to. This is a really petty section but god it's a weird pet peeve of mine.

Other than the misusage of "lore" vs "story", the actual lore and world-building of the world are so lackluster that new elements can be introduced whenever and it often feels cluttered or not well thought out at all. And here's the thing, I feel like if the writers sat down just for a few minutes to establish world rules and general history, a lot of this could be solved! but so much is made up on the spot that it starts to feel like they're grabbing at straws to keep people invested, trying to reach that next high and intense story beat without actually earning it.

C. The Egg / Eggpire This is a pretty minor note since I was only invested in the Egg storyline for a little bit, but god it's so underused that it's almost embarrassing. Bad has provided this super interesting antagonistic force that's infecting the SMP, can control people, and who one of our main character is immune to, and it's just never used or even talked about again? Now I understand if he wanted to keep it to a side storyline only, however, to introduce this borderline eldritch creature and force within the world and then never have it dealt with is so weird.

D. The Writing Oh boy this is. kinda a big one. Now I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty obvious I have a bias for the Wilbur writing over the current team [that consisting of Dream, Quackity, and Tommy mostly]. I don't this his writing is perfect by any means, the characters constantly bringing up traitors got obnoxious after a while, and writing Hamilton but in Minecraft really isn't the modern Shakespeare or anything. However, I think his exploration of characters and plot progression was a lot more thought out and well planned, like he actually had two brain cells behind the story yknow? The current team I think fails to be as emotional or even impactful, things happened too fast and my god was everything drowned in angst for so long.

Don't get me wrong, you gotta have your characters face hardships to make them reach their goal believable, but some of the shit they put the characters through just felt like too much. From c!Tubbo's constant comparison to c!Schlatt [who btw, fucking ordered his death and kept him from his friends in a nation he felt trapped in] and on a side note, i kinda really fucking dislike the "c!Schlatt dad!!" au's or the au's where c!Tubbo inherits some of Schlatt's features, it would be like c!Tommy getting a c!Dream mask after his exile, it's feels so weird yet people eat that shit up for some reason.

But god, did c!Tommy get the brunt of it all and in retrospect after his final death, it kinda feels really fucking gross. Now obviously, I'm not trusting any of these people to write decent mental health representation, but c!Tommy's PTSD and how it was explored was just degrading. [Specifically the scene in that one Techno stream where he saw the final control room from the first war, and had a flashback / panic attack where he started calling out for c!Dream. I understand this is an actual thing people with PTSD will experience, but it felt so fucking stereotypical it got on my nerves. I actually had to close out of the stream because it made me feel sick, fiction shouldn't leave you feeling that way.] And don't get me started on how they basically reused the formula from the previous arc. [Problem introduced -> Tensions rise as things start to fall apart -> Big confrontation -> Exile -> Return from Exile -> Blowing up L'Manberg, again.]

And speaking of characters-

E. Character Arcs, or the lack of them In my genuine opinion, some of these characters' arcs are so disappointing. Especially c!Tommy's. I'm not one to believe that he was a "selfish" character or anything, however, his goals were simply set on his discs and maybe c!Tubbo, he didn't have much outside that. However, L'Manberg gave him something to care about, he gave up his discs for it and he fought for it tooth and nail, I think it taught him to open up to others and trust more. It was a great character arc for him to have, seeing him still fight even after his first exile alongside c!Wilbur, to return safely to the nation that he and his found family had built.

But then his second exile happened, and I feel like all of that was undone.

c!Tommy's exile genuinely pisses me off for so many reasons. It's not that characters can't have their low points after reaching a major change or feeling like they've "completed" their arcs or anything, but it's more of the fact that it seems like he's never going to heal that feels like a spit in the face, especially to people who might have had setbacks like that before. Progress isn't linear, sometimes things happen and you get knocked back down, it can take a while to get back up, but I don't think c!Tommy's character is ever going to be allowed to get back up. From c!Dream, who pretty much was a constant abuser in his life, killing him then reviving him, and his still fractured relationship with c!Tubbo, which by the way I have a had time believing they would still be friends after all that happened, it feels like he can never get a win and it's generally kinda a shit way to treat your characters who have been abused. Of course, not all abused characters are going to get happy endings, I'm not trying to dictate that they all should, but c!Tommy deserves one and the fact that it's so obscure feels shitty.

Side note: we still don't have a canon reason to give a shit abt the discs. Like I'm sorry but without some sorta connection to the MacGuffin why should we give a shit about him getting them other than "he wants them lol". Like hell, I would even accept the classic "they were the last gifts from his parents" or something, but we still don't have a reason.

c!Tubbo also lacks a fulfilling arc as well, from someone who started out as a yes man, he has progressed a bit into having his own interests first, but besides that sometimes his character makes me so. depressed. He's easily one of the most pushed around and hated characters within the story, all for being a kid who didn't know what to do and he's in the same vein as c!Tommy; these kids can't get a break. Also, his anti-violence beliefs morphing into the "lets kill c!Techno lol!" bit was so out of place and without proper build-up it was like. what. And now he's building nukes?? god c!Tubbo makes me so sad because he's kicked around constantly and never given a chance to grow.

Another small note, I also don't really enjoy c!Techno at all. Besides the previously stated reasons of lack of emotions when they're really needed, I find his character to be weirdly pretentious. He talks as if he's constantly been betrayed and hurt but I personally, don't see it? Like, I think one of the main examples was the Pogtopia vs. Manberg war, yknow he wanted to end the government but they just reinstated it after they won = c!Techno upset. But this doesn't make sense to me because why did he think otherwise? The entire time c!Tommy had talked about taking back their nation and starting again, so the fact that c!Techno suddenly thought there would be a sudden change is, to put it bluntly, kinda fucking stupid. I don't want to say that he "plays the victim" or anything because that feels a bit harsh, but his character feels so far up his own ass that I can't enjoy him.

I have a major grip with c!Dream as well, but that's getting it's own fucking section.

F. L'Manberg This is a quick note before we get into the, forgive me for this, endgame, of this entire rant, since the next two sections are tied together. But god, L'Manberg makes me upset because it feels like they gave up on it.

Don't get me wrong, I understand that it is supposed to be c!Wilbur's "unfinished symphony", the thing that destroyed a once charismatic and widely loved man, his attempt at power that utterly ruined him. But the fact that it just got blown up in the end after everything and left to rot felt like such a waste of time. From the first war, to Pogtopia, to even c!Tommy's exile, it all felt fucking worthless in the end, and the story is actively closer to how it was when it started now more than ever. I wished it was actually allowed to exist and continue to be a peaceful place in what is a chaotic world, but no it was just snuffed out because why dedicate to this concept of finding others you can band together with and feel safe. fuck that noise apparently?

G. The Villains Now villain-wise, I'm only talking about c!Dream [during the first war], c!Schlatt, and c!Wilbur. And believe it or not, this is actually mostly positive.

Now I'm not gonna lie, c!Dream as a staring antagonist wasn't bad actually, he posed a genuine and threatening opposition to L'Manberg, even if we didn't know his real intentions or motivations as to why he was against it. He's lucky in this sense because he didn't have to be good, he had to be passable. If anything, he felt more like an anti-hero than a tyrant or traditional villain, and my god do I wish he kept this theme going forward.

Now quick disclaimer, I don't like JSchlatt as much as the next guy, he's an adult man who should know better than to joke about some sensitive topics and act the way that he does. But the one thing I'll ever give him is that damn, was he a good actor for his character.

Now here's the thing, c!Schlatt wasn't particularly deep at all. He had no real motivations behind his exile of c!Wilbur and c!Tommy other than getting competition out of the way, had no reason to act the way that he did and yknow? that's fine. The reason why he worked was from his performance alone, he was actually intimidating. When he came onto the stream and was doing his typical bad guy stuff, it was actually intense to see what he would do. Whenever he would almost catch c!Tommy back in Manberg, whenever he would begin to pressure c!Tubbo, it put you on the edge of your seat and it felt like everything would change at the drop of a pen. He's a villain to be a villain, and this works out because he's just charismatic and well put together enough to make it interesting, even without the backstory or motives.

c!Wilbur however, is much more tragic, and the best villain of the story. He essentially was the "mentor turned evil" trope and it felt terrible watching him descend into madness, unable to trust barely anyone except for c!Techno and c!Tommy. Hell, in the end I think he still cared about them both, despite losing everything. Sure, he blew up L'Manberg, but there was still a smidge of the old c!Wilbur in there made everything he did feel melancholic. His death at the hands of his father after achieving his final wish was chilling, and something I still think about.

Until yknow, Ghostbur came back way too soon to let people feel his loss as a character within that world. And then he got revived, pretty much-undoing everything that moment meant for his character lol.

And then there's the worst one:

H. Dream. I'm going to be completely honest, c!Dream is one of the main reasons why I dislike the current dsmp stuff so much. Outside of his actions as a person, the way Dream decided to write his character as this overpowered madman of the dsmp really just. destroyed any intrigue that he could've had. Perhaps this is from my growing dislike towards him, manifesting into a bias towards his character, but god I cannot fathom why people try to insist he's interesting when he has as much depth as a fucking puddle.

And here's the thing, I'm not even entirely against c!Dream being a villain, hell I think he would've been great as an anti-hero if anything. Make him sympathetic but not through c!George to get your precious "DNF" points or anything, but show him actually caring about the people within the dsmp, including c!Tommy and c!Tubbo. This would make his rival status with them just a bit more complicated, sure they're enemies, however, he doesn't want to hurt or kill them, and there's still a level of friendship there that keeps them bonded when things get super bad. This could've been super interesting to see, the first villain of the story receiving a sorta redemption arc then descending into madness as he started to fixate on being a god. This is all how I feel personally, but god do I feel like it would've been better than his current character, and hell would've worked with how he was during the Pogtopia arc, before the war that is. I'm not trying to tell Dream how to write his own character, but there are so many other ways he could've done the madman seeking to become god rather then. whatever the hell we got.

Because instead, we got this power-mad asshole who does things... because he can? And that's one of my major issues: he tries to surround his character in mystery to make him "intriguing" but it's kinda like c!Techno, it comes off as pretentious. Not only that, but you cannot keep waving around this mystery of a backstory without ever actually revealing it. I know the story isn't over, but c!Dream is effectively at his lowest point, now would be the time to reveal his backstory. But no just keep it in the dark and keep everyone guessing, that's totally fun and not at all tiring and annoying. (sarcasm, if anyone needs it)

And back to his performance, he doesn't sell this aloof, cynical and strategic warrior that has perfected the blade or some shit, he comes off as some angry guy yelling on reddit. which i don't need to tell you, isn't intimidating. It feels like he's trying to have c!Schlatt's intimidation combined with c!Wilbur's depth, but instead he's like a little brother who's trying to hard to mimic his older brother and is kinda embarrassing himself.

but other then that i dont feel too strongly abt the dsmp lol

but seriously, these are the main complaints I have abt the story tbh, I could probably talk about more but I wont because man. this is probably gonna get me in trouble if any of the hyper-dsmp fans actually read it.

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Good Manners

Author's note: Congrats to me for starting a writing challenge with late submissions 😅 Anyway, Kinktober is here and I'm going to start slowly. I know, I know. This is not supposed to be Vanillatober, but N isn't kinky (I blame their creator for this lol) and it's Natella's first time. I promise it gets good 😁 [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Mishka Jenkins] Book: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Nate Sewell x F!Detective (Stella) Rating: E Word count: 1297 Reading time: ~5min Summary: After a date, Nate takes Stella home, but she doesn't have plans to let him go so soon. Based on the prompt: Missk’s Kinktober - day one: first time | dry humping | lingerie

Quiet steps fill the hallway as Stella returns to her apartment with Nate. Dinner dates with him don't happen as often as she hoped for once they started dating. They agreed on taking things slow, but after four months of relationship, she is more than ready to change the pace. She just needs to be sure he's okay with it.

"I had no idea there were so many car games to pass the time," Nate says.

"Tina gets bored easily. I had to be creative if I didn't want her to fall asleep during a stakeout."

"I might have to try them next time I'm in a stakeout or patrolling with Farah. Working with her can be a lot of playing twenty questions."

"Wouldn't Adam and Morgan be annoyed?"

"Maybe in the beginning, but Adam is too competitive to pass the chance of winning a game. Morgan will join eventually."

"Sounds about right..." Stella giggles.

After a few more steps, they stop at her apartment door. As she fishes her key out of her purse, Stella wishes she had chosen a bigger bag to pretend she couldn't find her keys. Perhaps, it'd be a plausible reason for Nate not to leave. What could she say or do to make him stay a little longer?

"This is me..." She says, toying with the keys, still thinking about how to convince him to stay without actually saying it. "I had a great time tonight."

"So did I."

"We should do this again more often."

"I agree." He smiles shyly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Her shoulders slump in realisation. Did he understand it as a sign that I want him to leave? Damn...

"Stella, is it all right if I come in to make a quick inspection in your apartment? Just to be sure."

Her brows shoot up as the opportunity presents itself. It isn't the first time he has asked to look through her apartment. Yet, her eagerness to take advantage of this moment is definitely a first.

"One can never be too careful, right?"

"Exactly."

"Sure. Hold on a sec."

She turns to the door as a wide grin spreads on her lips.

Once they walk inside and Nate starts to look through the apartment, Stella rushes to the nearest mirror. She removes her coat and scarf, dabs a little of her lip tint on her lips and checks her outfit, adjusting her blouse to show off some skin. Maybe a nice dress with a cleavage would've caused a bigger impact on him and made her intentions clearer. Or would it have been too much?

But just as quick as he walked in, Nate comes back. And Stella could barely hide her disappointment.

"Everything seems fine," he says as he returns to the living room and stands before her.

"That's good."

"It is."

A brief silence passes by. A moment both of them have become way too familiarized with. His eyes hungrily sweep over her. He swallows hard. She smiles, takes a few steps closer to him. And then...

"I should go now," he says with an apologetic tone.

"You do?" She steps back.

"I don't want to overstay your welcome."

Unlike the other times she has let him away and regretted it, Stella isn’t ready to give up.

"But you just got here. I didn't have time to offer you anything to drink. It'd be so rude of me not to offer you anything."

He arches an eyebrow, as though he's trying to understand what she's saying. She smirks and flips her hair back with one hand, exposing her neck. His pupils dilate, eye taking her in once again. Then he smiles back.

"I guess it would be very rude of me to refuse."

"I couldn't agree more. So..." She moves closer to him again. "Can I offer you anything, Nate?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

His hand reaches out to brush her hair away from her face and slide down her neck. The small touch of his fingertips sends a shiver down her spine and she closes the little distance between them. Nate leans in and kisses her.

Her arms wrap around his neck whilst his lips glide over hers . His hands roam down her sides and pull her closer, deepening the kiss. One hand digs into his hair, he peppers kisses on her jaw and neck, teeth softly biting the sensitive spot. She gasps, savoring the feeling of his fangs grazing her skin, so close to perforating it when she's suddenly pinned against the wall.

As their lips meet again, Stella helps him out of his jacket. Her hands slip under his shirt and his muscles ripple beneath her touch. He trails down to her neck and shoulder, creating a path of searing kisses. Taking advantage of the slit of her long skirt, he parts her legs with his knee and his hands find her waist. She then moves closer and begins to rock her hips on his thigh.

His hands rundown to her hips, encouraging her to grind on his leg. She gasps. Heat courses through her body and she removes her blouse. He then helps her out of her skirt. His eyes ogle her curves, breasts and sex barely concealed by the black thin organza fabric. He caresses her mounds through her bra. Her nipples harden.

Stella continues to roll her hips against his leg, groaning in delight until she can't take it anymore. As pleasure spreads through, his lips find hers again.

"We're not done here," she purrs between kisses.

"Oh, I know," he whispers as he takes off his shirt, revealing his taut muscles. Nate smirks as he catches her staring at his torso. "I'm glad you like what you see."

"I certainly do."

She unbuckles his belt, fingers grazing on his happy trail as she unbuttons his trousers and pushes them down. A devilish smile tug at her lips when her eyes land on his manhood. With one hand, she strokes his length and watches his handsome face contorted in pleasure.

Yet, it doesn't last long. Stella helps as he grabs the back of her thighs, lifts her up and wraps her legs around him. One of his hands tease with her underwear, pushes to the side and buries himself into her slowly.

Stella bites down her lips as they stare into each other's eyes. Something about the first time their bodies connect feels so magical that she wishes time could stand still for them. But she knows they're just getting started.

With long and steady thrusts, he moves in and out of her, rocking his hips to meet hers. Her nails dig into his back as moans, gasps and pleas for more fill the room. As he moves faster, he pulls down the thin fabric still covering her breasts and twists one of her hard peaks.

"Oh, Nate..." She meows.

Lust builds up as she loses herself into his arms, writhing in ecstasy as both of them get closer to edge. A guttural grunt escapes his lips and muscles grow tense; she climaxes and he follows. Without pulling apart, he carries her to the bedroom and lays her down, taking a place beside her on the bed.

"Are you all right?" He asks, lying on his side and brushing the hair glued to her face.

"Yeah..." She utters. "But I don’t have the strength to stand up and get you something to drink."

"How rude of you, Stella," he jokes.

"Can I just say 'make yourself at home' and you can help yourself with whatever you want?"

He chuckles. "Careful saying these words to me or I might wish to stay over more often.”

“Noted. I’ll make sure to say it again.”

He gives her a peck before getting out of the bed as she watches him disappear from view.

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I'm surprised people see Tadashi as the victim in his relationship with Ainosuke, when it's Tadashi the one who time and time again takes away Ainosuke's agency, without being able to see that he is throwing him unto unhappiness. I can't help but think that if Tadashi was not working at Shindo's house, Ainosuke would have maybe left or broke with the family. But he can't do that if he wants the relationship with Tadashi going on, seing how Tadashi is set on enforcing the family rules...

Hmm.. I def agree with the fact that Tadashi is not what most fandom makes out of him, my man (I mean, Adam’s man) is a 100% Slytherin. But I disagree with blaming him for this, after all the revealed info. The environment they were both raised in made their situation complicated.

I like Tadashi a lot, he’s probably my fav thing about this anime, bc he’s a dark horse, and I’m once again surprised, that so little ppl see him for who he really is, portraying him as an innocent puppy, which he is definitely not.

Now to why I think both Tadashi and Adam are victims of the dad and aunties in this situation. 

We can of course say “if only they told each other how they really feel...”, but like we can say it about any love story really. Every author knows it’s no fun. The truth is that yes, they both hurt each other, and yes, if they were honest about their feelings things would’ve been different, but as I’ve already wrote under that “toxic” commentary on YT, lets look at the whole situation from both of their point of views:

We know that Adam when he was little always treated Tadashi as an equal, he never ever thought of him as someone lower than him and after their fall out, the only reason for this “harsh” treatment (well, besides their confirmed kink) was that Adam tried to get a reaction out of him, so Tadashi would stand up for himself, bc Ainosuke got mad about Tadashi caving to his dad’s wishes and abandoning him, when he needed him the most. 

But now, knowing the fact that Tadashi was his dad’s secretary and was under his control, let’s see it from his perspective: Tadashi wanted to stay by Adam’s side, Adam’s dad implied that if Tadashi did say smth, he’s gonna be.. well, dismissed and they won’t see each other ever again. That’s what caused Tadashi to stay silent in that moment. Ainosuke instead saw this as a “he’s not on my side” thing, well, because. Tadashi won’t tell him his problem, bc dad and aunties control everything, so even if he does tell him, what a teen would do really? He didn’t have any powers back then to make his dad do anything. 

And that’s when it all gone to shit, since they both were hurt for their own reasons. It’s easy to say leave the family, but 1stly nobody explained to Adam still that he’s physically and psychologically abused by his family, he sees it as them “loving him” and sadly also loves them, bc nobody told him, that love wasn’t supposed to be like that really. He definitely feels that smth is not right and feels emotionally exhausted there bc of this treatment, but did he ever consider leaving? I really don’t think so. He feels obligated to be worthy of a family, who “loves” him.

Do you think, for example, that Akashi Seijuro hates his dad for what he did to him? No. Does he understand that he wasn’t at fault for what happened to him and that his dad instead of comforting his child after his mother’s death, who was his only safe haven, made everything worse? I don’t think he does. Like his mom gave him basketball, an escape from all that family’s obligations and strictness. After her death, it was the only thing left that brought him joy, but his dad ruined even that, saying that if he’s gonna be bad at it/lose, he’d take it away from him too. Does Akashi see this as emotional abuse? No, he sees it like “well, I have to be the best bc I was born in such powerful family, so if my dad says that I must be best at everything, then I must.”

I personally hate such parents a lot. To me it doesn’t matter if Adam’s dad didn’t know about aunties hitting his child. Like if he was too busy to notice this and have no time for his kid and made his childhood miserable, it doesn’t make it any better really. 

Same as with Akashi’s dad. Some are like “he was probably also grieving about his wife”. Emm? He was like this from the beginning, bc he treated Akashi not as his son, but as his heir. And yes, that’s different things. Same with Endeavor and Todoroki. Your child is not your post production thing.

2ndly they were too young, even if they knew about each others feelings and he didn’t feel obligated and told everyone to fuck off, they’d be on the streets now, but also Adam’s dad doesn’t seem like a guy who’d leave them alone really. Also eloping seems very romantic, but I don’t think it is, esp when you’re teens. Did you want him to sell some expensive watch and go live on Hawaii or smth? Bc finding a decent job there would be difficult at this age, esp with everyone knowing who your dad is. Chen Ke from “Antidote” survived bc he was 27 and had connections and some great friends. Adam was in high school, where would he go exactly?

Now let’s go back to now. Obviously all this time it didn’t even cross Tadashi’s mind that for Ainosuke he comes first and that he would throw everyone under the bus to make Tadashi stay with him. As we see at the end, he legit believed that Adam was planning to send him to jail and didn’t get that he said it just to shaken he up and that he knew who he’d set up for this from the beginning. 

To Adam obviously it doesn’t matter whether they’re in a quarrel or not, he would never him go. Yes, he’s mad at him, he’s angry and hurt, but Tadashi’s still the person he needs the most, he’s still the person who brightens his days, even tho he deliberately behaves like he annoys him. He always looks at him and looks at him and looks at him, but then hisses smth to hurt him. Bc he knows that he needs him, but he also hates that he needs him, bc he thinks it’s unrequited.

And that’s how their classic romance goes in hellish circles. No one wants to talk as usual. Adam is mad Tadashi is like that bc his dad turned him into a slave with no opinion, while Tadashi is scared that Adam would be taken away from him bc of his ugly family. 

Now I still think that no one and I mean no one can take Tadashi from Adam now, he is his precious. So my plan is... if Tadashi made aunties do smth against him or to get rid of him, aunties will go for sure. The problem is Tadashi still doesn’t get that he comes first, so we’re stuck in this hell still.

So anyways, my point is Adam’s heart basically sings “you got a hold of me, don’t even know your power” to Tadashi, but he doesn’t hear it, bc of his insecurities, the way he was raised and his status. But yes, he holds all the power. He’s both Adam’s sanity and insanity. No matter how cheesy it sounds he was basically his only ray of sunshine in the darkness, if you take it away, that’s what it leads to, that’s why Ainosuke-sama needs more ppl who care for him. I don’t want anyone to die next time, just cause Tadashi and Adam fought about where to put their new couch lmao. I’m kidding, but you know what I mean. And kill the aunties, pls seriously, we need to be free.

Also ppl need to remember that like lots of animes/characters are parcially inspired by some other animes/characters, also the chosen seiyuus are also very important, there are lots of stuff like jokes and references, that creators use, from characters being fully inspired by smth like “Assassination classroom” characters based on KNB, to little stuff like Levi dressed in Akashi’s uniform in chibi AOT bc Hiroshi Kamiya. Utsumi already said before stuff like she sometimes think of a perfect voice for the character and then fully forms him, we also know her clear love for sports animes. So yes, I doubt Tadashi/Kuroko thing is a coincidence and even tho someone was like “zone? is this knb or smth?” I was like no, zone is actually a common thing in sports, even tho most associate it with KNB including me, it’s not like its their invention, but there were things inspired by this for sure, and from other sports animes too and no, I don’t mean the basic sports anime tropes, I mean, like way too specific things, some character designes, too. And yes, Langa appearence and personality wise is a rinharu child for real, I can literally split his scenes in “that’s Haru”, “that’s Rin”.

That’s why I’ve said that this situation in fandom reminds me of Kuroko/Akashi situation a lot, bc same as here in KNB ppl for some reason automatically thought that Kuroko is this innocent sheep and Akashi is the wolf (but also like it was Akashi who chose to dress as red riding hood, while Kuroko was a wolf lmao), not even seeing who is in reality more dangerous and who can easily control who. It just buffles me bc it’s not some deep analisys really. I mean once again there’s a reason for the saying that the sub holds all the power over the dom. 

And like just bc someone yells or threatens ppl constantly doesn’t necessarily mean he is a psycopatic killer, and just bc someone is quiet and doe-eyed, doesn’t mean he isn’t. I didn’t think we needed to explain this to someone, but aparently we do?

And it honestly kills me just how superficially ppl are watching things these days. It really gives me war flashbacks to stuff like the last mdzs s1 episode, where ppl started to comment things like “how LZ can be so heartless” lmao. Or that anonymous ask “do you think haru misses rin?”. Like you don’t see thing at all? Grey substance no needed, while watching things?

P.S. I also would die to see Adam vs Tadashi race just bc I for some reason can bet all my money, that it’s the same situation as with Akashi refusing to ankle break Kuroko, no matter how mad he is. I just can’t imagine Ainosuke hitting Tadashi in the face with a board. Like 100% sure he wouldn’t even try tbh.